The USS Joy

[Mommy Dearest]

My joy is gone, grief is upon me, my heart is sick, Jeremiah 8;18...what
can I do Lord, to move pass this?...internal lament. Oh how I desire to
be free of it. The physical and mental trip...has me contemplating
jumping this big red, commissioned ship. Only you can restore my
spiritual grip. flip the emotional script...release me from any titanic
relationships. Like the USS Joy, return me to my original
ownership...give me back my joy and happiness.

Lord, whether out to sea or docked, my heart still feels sick. I'm
sickwreaked...because my joy has died and grief is all I'm left with.
Transform and Renew My Mind...pardon my errors and unintentional
crimes...perpetrated upon myself and mankind. Please deliver me from my own worst enemies...regardless of the fact that they just might be...ME, MYSELF and I!

I keep my friends close...and my enemies closer,
Mommy Dearest