“A little faith left…”
I am ignorant, no I am battling.
Fighting these thoughts, I am scrappling.
At times its maddening and saddenning.
Sometimes, I am victorious and glorious.
Other times I am lost from my loss.
Organize my thoughts, there are so many left and right.
I believe the wrong one and then there goes my fight.
I lost to the devil, but I am just figuring this out.
I am sorry for my sinful nature, if not to Jesus, then to myself.
God, teach me and show me, the underlying secret.
Tell me why you are putting me under this stress. Help me to understand.