Psalm 18:30-33

"As for God, his way is perfect: the word of the LORD is tried: he is a buckler to all those that trust in him. For who is God save the LORD? or who is a rock save our God?
It is God that girdeth me with strength, and maketh my way perfect.
He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and setteth me upon my high places."

paroxysm II

missing you
I hurt
fight
in vain
against
dead roots
old hurts
now
my depth
percieves
i know
i wish
i hope
in vain

paroxysm

Im gonna pack up my heart
Fold it away
maybe bring it out
some day far away

im gonna shut out the world
turn off the lights
make myself forget
a once treasured plight

pushing memories away
and pulling covers up high
The tears parade down my cheeks
and I let them dry

This time I'll close up forever
keep the world at bay
fight against the wonder
of each brand new day

Time could heal me
But I wont give it a chance
Ive grown accustomed
to the feeling of
a cold heartless dance