The pain that attacks my body daily has no remorse, it has no guilt, it has no regrets. My pain, a fiend, an addict addicted to my tears that fall, under the influence at all times. My pain, never away, always present, persistently searching my body for his next fix. My pain, an habitual user of my fragile and broken body, always wanting, relentless, never ending, and its hunger grows daily. My pain, my hurt, my anguish, my mental and physical trauma. Lord as my pain steadily rises I shake uncontrollably, for I now need my fix, I need You. Lord as I come to You on this night I am in need of Your Saving Grace, Your Mercy, Your Love. Lord I know that I come to You often but You have given me reason to do so, for Your scripture says: “He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds.” (Psalm 147:3) Lord as I pray to You there are many who mock me, many who try to undermine the faith that I have in You, but I shall remain loyal, for Proverbs 18:24 says: “A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.”
“Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”
Lord I call on you…..