Proverbs 19:21 many are the plans in the mind of a man, but it's the purpose of the Lord that will stand. Dear Lord, I wrote this letter in hopes to get a response I'm frozen and shiverin' in the coldest of winters, I'm lost I know I'm gifted, but the only difference is God But people keep shiftin' facades Never listen at all looking at scripture and scoff basin' their image of God off written remarks and it's getting so hard, I just sit in the dark and grip on the parts you've promised I almost let go if I'm honest the enemy putting a hole in my conscious I feel my soul being haunted Got no boat I can float on this ocean I'm caught in tryna raise to new life put the old in the coffin I couldn't let go of the Proverbs. i know that I want this but I keep holdin' onto the goals that I hope to accomplish But I need a savior with a bigger plan I need a creator with gifted hands I need a maker that's shifting the sands I need some favor when I stand amidst disaster in enemies' lands I need the strength when I can't lift the weight off my back or walk straight and not stray from the path paved by your hand I need the faith to pray, praise, and raise my hands, and be not afraid of man and not be ashamed to have these stains and cracks on my face and mask the ways I'm sad i don't wanna be perfect, but for God's purpose I'm constantly searchin' I'm tossin' and turnin' n jottin' these verses because the problems just worsen But i gotta keep learnin' x3 I see a future amidst this that you have predicted far beyond this music I've written Dear God, my tool is my penmanship, use it for difference even when I'm confused in the trenches bring truth with your blessins renew imperfections and silence the thoughts that all view me as less than Or tell me "you're useless and stupid, accept it." no I refuse to just let this bruise of depression consume me in death or keep me from a move of your presence although I am tempted I know that the way through is redemption and in you I can get this Lord, show me to see beauty in these days I live in teach me to forgive when I hate forgiveness show me that you're here when I chase attention tell me that you love me when I can't accept it show me all the keys for this cage I've slept in show me that change ain't made with rage and aggression instead a page and a sentence are much better ways to convey your intentions don't make me a slave to my image But, Lord, make me brave as intended So I give an amen and pray that you bless this