Anxiety A tidal wave Pain showing through the cracks of my heart Can't think, can't breathe yet breathing too much Can't speak, yet speaking...
Every hurt thatSpills from your eye, Slips down your cheek,And falls from your chin, Is caught.Is treasured in a bottle. By a loving FatherWho...
At a young age, I was afraid of God. I grew up being taught that God is perfect and would be angry at me...