How to Remember

Sometimes my heart forgets

And gets a bit unsettled

Loses its confidence 

After Satan has meddled

S  t  r  e  t  c  h  e  d things out

Pic   k  ed things apart 

Turned a whisper into a shout 

Ringing in my ears 

No where to run free 

Making me forget I am able

Able to know

Able to see

That it's all just a show

Of the lies within me 

Telling me ,

      convincing me 

            That I am unworthy 

Am I unworthy? 

I think I'm forgetting 

Becoming blind once again 

Jesus help me remember 

Help me see once again

Open my eyes to my worth 

Silence the lies from the dirt 

Send them back to the ruler of the air

Remove their effect on my blank stare 

Calm my unsettled heart

Rescue me from the dark 

You are the one I live for 

There really is nothing more 

           To satisfy 

Everyone thinks I'm crazy

There are voices inside my head 

And everyone thinks I'm crazy

They all see me stuck in my bed 

And just assume that I am lazy 

They think I'm being too dramatic

Like there's some screws loose in my attic

My brain is a little broken

My mind is sick

So many words remain unspoken

And the happy days don't stick

So everyone thinks I'm crazy 

Oh wait 

But maybe 

Maybe they don't think that 

Maybe that's just the voices 

The voices in my head 

Telling me that instead 

A poem based on Job 24

Melancholy does not define me

He is using it to refine me

This life offers me no security 

It bring much struggle and pain

Because that's leading to maturity

It is all worth it, not all in vain 

He will not forget me like he does the wicked

Because darkness is where they dwell

And quickly the grave snatches them away

Into darkness I may have fell 

But in darkness I will not stay

The wicked vanish in an instant 

Like the foam on the surface of the waves 

Their torment is constant

Even beyond the moment of the grave 

But as depression lasts for years and years

I have a confidence that the wicked do not

His love is greater than all my fears

He is faithful, whatever my lot

The pain is good

Though often misunderstood 

The pain draws me deeper

Closer to my savior

He will not turn his back on my plea

But draws me closer to eternity