It amazes me what people say and do, to run from their own, disobedience, and error.

Some days I wonder how, I even remember my name.
My senses are all scattered, a fog rests over my brain.
I know the Lord has healed me, from the symptoms, I once had,
But there are, days that, I wonder, if I'm not, just as bad.
Then He pulls off the haze, that hovers near my head,
and I can hear His pure sweet voice, assuring me,
my brain's not really dead.
That's how it seems at times, at other times, and most always,
I'm still getting lots done , my thinkin's AOK
But that's not the issue, cause It don't really bother, me,
It's that the creeps remember anything  and everything,
to use accomplish their evil deeds, the lies and innuendo, against,
His own, and speshleee, to discredit, me. 
It makes one want to see them slain, by an angels', mighty sword,
but He tells me this what I'm, to expect, What the end times will be like,
and keeps me aware and abreast thru the love of others, and in, His timely, living, loving, WORD.
I only want the truth be known, and I have it already, yasee;
So I really don't go to all this effort, for anything to do, with me.
I left this place once before, was dead they said, on the report,
was dead and nearly gone.  
Then sat up laughin, and denying there, was anything, with me, wrong.
I felt his warmth, knew I was home, was just getting settled in,
when I heard Him say: the, real pruning, is just about, to begin.
I know now, what He meant, for ALL my troubles, have been cut away,
have turned to: history.
and He has absolootleee posotootleee, blessed and re-blessed me.
So I do my best to convey, thru songs and poetry,
His will for all of mankind, and their destiny, without Him it's very bleak,
but hope and truth can be had, but the time of walkin the fence,
The time to put it off, well time is runnin out, and that's bein affirmed as we speak.
Just look around the signs are there, real plain, and everywhere,
and yet so many still think that they, can do it, on their own:
rest in their, love for themselves, never experience, His Awesome, care.
My sister RHO, suffers, just like me, but hers is from a stroke, mines, PTSD. Sometimes her wits, elude her, too.
AND, It's been great, to know, to share with just one similar soul;
and between us we do lot's a prayin, to keep, on track, 
keep our, damage, and the side affects, IN harness, and control.
To remind me that I must keep notes, then say, inregrity I lack, cause,
my memory plagues, my brain,
is to judge, each and every one, of us, that suffers,
just the same.
So have at it, state your hate, it won't do you any, good,
cause I'm His, not mine yasee, He brings the ones that benefit,
and keeps the rest, from harmin me.
The heart comes thru, everytime, for His remnant, can always see,
that even so I screw up now and then, He really does lead, and keep,
protect, and oversee, the many that aren't perfect in this world;
The wounded soldiers, in His army, who do their, very best;
and that includes, me.