The Pit.

April 21, 2026 @2200

The pit of my stomach

My brain drops in there a lot

Its where my deepest darkest thoughts

All go to rot

The pit of my stomach 

Is part of my own personal hell

Its where the bad parts of my mind

All go to swell

Intrusive

Abusive

Obsessive

Insane

The way it beats me

Is inhumane

From inside to out 

I feel black and blue

Nothing can bring me back

To my normal hue

Nothing, no

Nothing but You.

I turn to You as my spirit quakes

As my heart shatters

At my very own stake

You still the rage

The pit is dark

And You are the only light - 

Maybe that’s why I can't let go

Of this damning internal fight

I try to cling to You

Your sparking iridescence

In the midst of my glittering disgrace

Yet I still turn unwittingly from Your face

Not by choice, but by shame

Knowing that I will never be worthy

Of Your love -

Of Your name

But Your grace flows

Like an endless river

All the way down

To my pit of deepest disgrace

Where no one else dare go

But You stop and sit

Nothing can beat You,

not even it

Even the darkest dark

Will be brought to the light

My greatest fear

My greatest fight

You meet me there

Yet I still avoid it

I hate it

I can’t control it

But You wait for me

In my destitute despair

I feel so broken

Yet You say I need no repair -

“Look up - let Me hold you;

Take those thoughts captive,

Give them to Me.

Look up from this mess,

Let Me set you free.”

Let my strength be not my own - but Christ in me.

His grace is sufficient, forevermore.