The Lord has a plan,
and I know that He does,
but I can’t help it
as I stick to these thoughts.
They overflow
like demons
I can’t control.
So I get on my knees
and beg the Father:
please, let me be free.
As I cry,
He listens
and answers.
The Lord has a plan,
and I know that He does,
but I can’t help it
as I stick to these thoughts.
They overflow
like demons
I can’t control.
So I get on my knees
and beg the Father.
Please,
let me be free.
As I cry,
He listens
and answers,
telling me
that it would be fine.
As long as I let Him
shine over my life.
And so I do.
I let Him hold me
and take me
to His side.
Because He is the light.
He is safe,
and warm,
and bright.
Which makes my thoughts
feel light.
He says it’s gonna be okay,
as long as I make sure I stay.
So I do.
This makes it all feel better,
even though I still
can feel sad
and scared.
He is by my side,
even though it is His Son
that had died.
He tells me
that I have always had
a place in heaven,
even when I was seven.
Makenzie Grace
