Achilles Heel
Lord, Lord help me through Satan's lies
he's attacking my Achlles Heel.
Something is wrong
because of the way I feel.

My spirit should be overjoyed,
You've given me so much that no human deserves.
Help me, Jesus!  Where is my happy spirit?
It is in depression  - some say it's my nerves.

Why, O Lord, must I go from one trauma
to the next - most of the time upset?
Sleep is my only way out of feeling sick;
I just haven't found my happy spirit yet.

Yes, Lord, only prayer and faith can get me out of
these twisted feelings that pounce on me.
I know I'm loved, Lord - but please help
so I can be part of Your glory.

                                                        
written 4/12/2004
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