I'm telling myself:
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me
And I don’t have to worry, 
Because He reigns over everything
He will not deprive me of love,
But He also won’t deprive me of growth
So although my mind can’t fully understand Him,
He does everything out of love
So I can trust Him in the process,
I can hold on to His promises
Even when the roads don’t seem like the best it could be,
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me


But I'd be naive if I disregard the reality
That I'm being followed by demons, inevitably
There's some that are obvious,
There's others that seem harmless,
And there's more who live in the back of my mind,
Who love to mimic the sound of my own voice


"How absurd!" I can hear them say
I’m on my knees, on my knees
Praying to a God I cannot see!
How useless, how futile, how pathetic


But I can choose whether to let them rule my mind,
So I’m going to choose to sit down and write this poem


I’m not gonna give my demons what they want tonight!
Because the Lord God is my strength and shield, right?
He always protects me in storms,
Even when I don’t usually thank Him
Even when a small part of me
Doesn’t think He parted the Red Sea,
Even when I’ve largely ignored
All the times He's helped me before,
Even when I waste away the days He's given me
By doing nothing but be lazy,
He has blessed me in so many ways
And I never give Him enough thanks


How foolish of me! How ridiculous of me!
I don't deserve anything that God's done for me
What makes me think He will come to save the day,
After all those times I’ve pushed Him away?
Why, because His unlimited love is still alive,
Despite my wavering faith in Christ?
How many times will I have to read the Bible, Lord?
How long until I'm fully strengthened?
And will You please tell me how to move forward,
When no amount of church will get me to heaven?


I’m a fool wanting to be spoon-fed answers,
While my Bible collects dust on my dresser
It’s funny I have all the answers within reach,
But I like to spend my time doing other things


Yet in the middle of reading Genesis,
My demons scream at me not to finish it
But my heart is still yearning for meaning,
And it's nothing I can avoid thinking


There’s a nagging feeling deep within my soul,
That if Christ is indeed the truth that I need,
And if I'm not certain of it before it’s too late,
Then that'll surely be the death of me


So can I have some peace of mind,
And will the truth please set me free?


Until that happens, I don't want to agonize,
Cause I cannot be healed with a troubled mind
So I'm just gonna hope things will be okay,
I'll get a little bit more of the truth each day


Apparently He says in Matthew 28:
"I am with you always, to the end of the age"
And I hear that He wants to be known,
Even when we cannot yet see His face


Well God, if You truly prevail,
Then I would like to see You, unveiled