Just Pray About It

I told my mother I was suicidal.
She said, "just pray about it."
So now I am here Lord.
Praying away my life.
Yelling into the heavens
To free me from my stripes.

I told my wife that I am scared.
She said, "just pray about it."
So now I am here Lord
Crying on my knees
Begging for clarity.
Submitting to your decrees.

I told Jesus I feel like a slave
He said, "just repent from it."
So now I am here Lord.
Making mistakes left and right.
Angry, grieving, and overflowing.
My cup is filled to the brim with spite.

I told the devil, "I want to die."
He said, "just do it already."
He handed me a black rose
Bit into my heart like an apple.
I see Eve shaking her head.
My body hanging as I start to strangle.

I never thought being killed alive.
Would make me feel again.
I never was really good at tying knots
Always distracted in my spirit.
I think to myself intensely,
Thank God I chose to pray about it.

2 Corinthians 11:3
"But I am afraid that just as Eve was deceived by the serpent's cunning, your minds may somehow be led astray from your sincere and pure devotion to Christ."