Thoughts of Doom
Crying myself to sleep each night
There’s too much on my mind.
Tossing and turning my stomachs churning
No answers can I find.
Pain and frustration is off the scale
Don’t think I’m winning this fight.
Scared this feeling might take me out
Will I make it through the night?
Thoughts of doom are filling my head
Fighting to catch my breath.
A hand at my throat that I cannot see
Is this what happens near death?
Lord take these thoughts they’re killing me
They’re pulling me apart.
I don’t know if I’m coming or going
Don’t even know where to start.
“Weeping may endure for the night”
But this night just won’t end.
I give thanks in the midst of it all
That Jesus is still my friend.
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