Drop the demands.
It’s out of your hands.
You’ve done all the work.
Do you understand?
We all have a plan
To ascend barren land,
And make it to heaven.
Take hold of my hand.
You’re going to get there.
It’s written above.
You don’t have to stress, Son,
Just settle in Love.
Don’t worry, ‘cause worry
Will drown you in sand.
And guilt over sin
Is compounding sin, Stan.

Thank you, Paul. I love you so desperately and completely.

I haven’t posted in three days and I looked at the last thing I posted.

It’s the same damn voice and the same damn theme! I need to start listening and worry less.