It’s time to let go

When you lay in your bed looking at your ceiling, hearing birds chirp, seeing the sunset coming up In your thoughts 

How do you feel? Do you feel lonely? Do you feel like you don’t belong?

What do you feel? 

Do you feel like you don’t have anybody there for you? hearing the voices in your head saying, “You’re this, you’re that.” 

laying in your sorrow Losing your mind, feeling your heart ache, having the feeling you can't breathe, and asking God to help you through it, and he sits at the end of the bed, and he says to you, “Call to me, and I will answer you and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known“ (Jeremiah 33:3). Now you get to thinking it’s time to let your sorrows go and let your soul be free, for you can see the sunlight through your dark tunnel without seeing another flooded tunnel. 

                               

This poem is about: 
Our world

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