To God be the Glory!

Today my soul is speared with darkness and light. Some times the demons win, other times I somehow get a glimpse of redemption. When the darkeness floods in, it blocks all the light and the demons have their fun. Somehow I am hanging on. Confusion and depression being my closest friend. I understand what it is like to be lonley and yet to be not all alone. I wish someone would take the helm to my ship, because I am to weak to do so. I apoligize for getting weird on ya. I just need to vent.

Cornbread