My Journal Thoughts

Yo they say home is where the heart is But what happens when your heart broken And ya heart hit the hardest Or better yet when your words leave a carcass And the bite much worse than the bark is I'm feeling car sick Cuz I been letting my emotions drive me crazy Letting pride take the wheel and put my ol' lady in the backseat like Miss Daisy Whoa baby I feel so jaded Wearing arrogance like an apron Impatient while I'm pacing I need to pause for safety Instead choosing her I want you to chase me And now I'm waist deep Wading thru the wreckage Holding on by a thread that could snap at any second And instead of being grateful with what I'm blessed with I often waste the effort And what I'm addressing I Stamp it slice of pride a side dish of aggression Then I complain about the walls being built up When I handed you the bricks and the buckets of cement I done filled up And all the while you kept showing me real love A true picture of grace and I promise I ain't gon' stop till I build something safe You well worth the chase Every ounce of effort Every sweat drop every single ounce of pride that get severed And enough with just talking These shoes that I walk in Let em drip with humility and let me pick up my cross and Sit back and watch the hardened parts of ya heart start to soften I know you must hear this often But your eyes are like a treasure that I keep getting lost in Your love is like an ocean that I keep getting tossed in And one thing I know two things for sure The man I've grown into today is all because of her And these moments when I'm feeling insecure She remind me that I'm chosen and her love for me is pure And she ain't perfect but I know she got the cure For these ailments, and when we at a stalemate We both can dive back into the Word that's our fail safe And imma wash her till she clean like a toothpick out of a well baked pie And every time that I made her cry I'm sorry I ain't just responsible here but I gotta answer to GOD And I must admit what I been trusted with, lately feel like I gotta rusty grip But I'm fighting for our peace trying to stomp the devil out give him a busted lip And every time I wanna quit I'm reminded that she a custom fit And next time that I feel internal loss Imma make sure my actions speak louder and these are not just journal thoughts And these are not just journal thoughts These are not just journal thoughts