Storms

So much more to say

But this is all

Talking about it doesn’t fix it

Only God can 

I know hearts hurt everywhere

And everywhere there’s grief

But tonight at Corley road

Someone wants relief

Relief from therapeutic parenting

Relief from defiance

Relief from opposition 

Results is what I want.

Results only come through hard work

Results come through consistency

Results come from self denial

Not from the problem fleeing.

Relief from fear and anger

Relief from so much debt

Relief from blobs that cloud my vision

Relief from from real life I guess

But God has prepared and island for me

In the midst of the (listen) turbulent sea(stormy sea)

UNTOUCHED by the things that come to annoy 

The calm peaceful island this Islam of Joy.

So tomorrow God permitting

I’ll awake and stretch and yawn

And watch the sunrise with my Bible

And I’ll be able to keep on.

I want to keep on with unplowed ground. Today I fell behind. God has protected me from my ole self for a month now, and it has been easy to be compassionate and hide my anger. But this week has given me lots of chances to practice praying!