OUR HOLY SAVIOUR

 

 

The state of the mind can

cause you misery,

The state of your mind

is a eerie mystery.

It plays tricks when you

don't expect it to

It can also confirm when

your life is through.

 

Your mind is a mystery,

that we all do know

And on occasions it

can make you feel so

low.

You fight every day and

each morbid night

But the question is; will

you win the fight?

 

Some days you are okay -

some days you are feeling

low

Some days are filled

with laughter - that you

do always know.

Life around you does not

matter anymore,

You just want out - you

know the score.

 

You just go one and live

each day

More and more you feel

more dismay.

You want to find peace

and to escape this in-mind

torture of hell,

To find your solace - in

heaven you may dwell.

 

Behold! The medication -

yes, another dreary pill

Is it any wonder you always

feel ill?

Your mind does dictate - as

it causes you in-head pain,

'Wait! What is that I hear -

is it a plane?'

 

Love can conquer that

we all do know is true

But sometimes love is

found by the privileged few.

Look to the stars and your

mind will get better,

The pain you de feel - will

be better, forever.

 

God Bless Us All - is what

I do ask

And send us a sign to fight

this task.

Mental illness is an invisible

enemy of the Devil,

But we can beat it - even

though it's invisible.

 

Tomorrow is another new

day - we pray and we hope

to end this dismay.

God in Heaven - please

hear my prayer, I ask this

of you,

Help us to survive - and

our love for you is true.

 

The Lord is my shepherd

we love him all the time.

That is why I write my

rhyming rhyme.

The Earth needs a blessing -

to guide it through,

And the Saviour we call upon -

will always be you.

 

BY

DARRYL ASHTON