*Dear God*

Please remind me to always praise you amidst all odds, please when it's get tougher that even the air I breathe becomes hotter, don't let me forget that he who sings well prays twice.
(Scoffs) Prayer? These days praying is like a goldsmith dreaming that his melted gold turns into diamonds, but I watch others say that their Gold turned to diamond. It's makes me wonder if you have favourites, forgive me if I'm transgressing but this feeling is beyond me.

The pain in my heart is blocking my lungs, making it difficult for me to breath, it feels like I will loose my sanity because these voices in my head uses a condensed microphone and it's very difficult to discern which is yours, but in the midst of all this, teach me to appreciate you.

Don't let the devil win.

Most times, all I see is darkness but the scary part is that I find comfort in this emptiness, my shoulders are heavy yet when I look I see nothing.
Dear Lord, my liver feels it shouldn't be with me, it threatens to shrewd, my kidneys are in enmity with each other, my insides argues that my heart discomforts them and they want out . My nostrils breaths fire, do you now see why I wondered if you had favourites.

The people you created yearns to hear me speak and they rejoices whenever they see me but they don't really hear and see me, all I see is darkness around me but because I know I'm the light, remind me to sing like Paul and Silas, don't let me forget  shedrech , Meshach and Abednego. I'm in the lion's den Father, please don't let these lions devour me.

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