The circular thoughts with no end in sight,
No resolutions to be made,
Just a continuous fight
No winner, just more blows to my mind.
Circular thoughts, words, questions,
Knots in my mind
Out of control, I cannot steer,
So, I let the thoughts tie the noose
To hang me from my fear.
“No one is too bad for Jesus
A lot of people think they’re too good for Jesus.”
Jesus. I cry out. Jesus. I weep. Jesus.