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Wounded soul, tears of a battle cry. A crushed soul wanting to die. Hopes of despair, does anyone care? Broken dreams, broken promises, lies and betrayal. Everything I pursue crumbles before my eyes. My hopes and dreams fail. Overwhelmed with defeat I give up, wondering if in this world Satan has beaten me. Sometimes I lie and wait, "Oh, why won't death overtake me?" My soul has hope; my soul wants to live. However my flesh is weak, my flesh is tired of hurting. Through many nights I lay awake wondering if ever my suffering will cease. One of the greatest lies from Satan is convincing you that no one knows that your pain hurts so much that when you lay down at night you beg not to wake up the next day. However one day I heard about a man named Jesus, how he loved me while I was suffering, how he loves me right now in the midst of my trials and tribulations. He not only wants to comfort and heal my wounds but he wants to comfort and heal yours, too.