HE IS WORKING

Prayers it seems, just aren't taking hold,
How long must I shoulder such misery untold.
Nemeses' keep planting, perceptions untrue,
When will these grey skies, ever turn blue.

Psalm 37 promises, those troubled like me,
Father 'll be fighting, He'll set captives free.
Having found myself, in a catch-22,
I know the only way out, dear Lord is in you.

So come to my aid, Father God, won't you please,
I'm begging for help, 'cause in Your Word I believe,
Let enemies be caught, in the traps set for me,
Send me Your joy, so I can live happily.

O'er six years now, I've prayed'n prayed,
Asking Holy Father, make the bad go away.
Nemeses' so proudly keep laughin' at me,
Outsmarting the smart, by scheming cleverly.

But way down deep, I know to take heart,
Though demons keep ripping my senses apart.
For I'm sure He's working, on this problem of mine,
And one day I'll awake and ALL will be fine.