I've done a tiny bit of writing, a piece here a piece there off and on for a few weeks now.  The only thing I am willing to post at this point is a short poem.


My Lord is mighty
My Lord is kind
My Lord is gentle
He's felt the knife
He's faced the devil
He holds my hand
When I am tempted
He understands
My Lord fights for me
When I am thrown on my knees
My Lord lifts me up up
He know my needs
My Lord knows what I face
He's been here too.

There is always hope...