I hate the feeling that my ability is limited
Filipi 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who strengtheneth me
I hate it when I start to doubt things
Because I see things as far as my eyes see
I hate myself who loses faith
Psalm 121: I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth
I hate the me who complains over the smallest things
I hate allowing the smallest thing matters ruining the bigger picture of joy
Amsal 17:22 A merry heart does good, [like] medicine, But a broken spirit dries the bones
I hate to worry about so many things that I can't even handle
Where is the me who comforts people and tell them that 'everything happens for good reasons and everything is going to be okay"
I hate the me who got dragged down by the negative atmosphere around me
I hate myself loosing my positive attitudes
Rom 8: 28 And we are know that all things are working together for good to those who have love for God, and have been marked out by his purpose
..and I don't wanna be like this
I hate myself loosing the very picture of You
My Life Centrepiece
The air that I breath
The water I thirst for
And the ground beneath my feet
I want to hold on tight but it keeps fading
Why is it so hard to hold Your Picture in life
When life itself keeps on denying You
and ensuring me that You're just nothing but some religious actors
But the fading Picture of You
My soul never ever able to deny it
Draw me to Yourself no matter how far I have been
Never let me go
"Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature? So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, [will He] not much more [clothe] you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not worry, saying, `What shall we eat?' or `What shall we drink?' or `What shall we wear?' For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things."
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