What fickle foul delineates my mind
What hissing sentiment I find
Caught up in pools of sticky-me
That clot my breath and misery
i seek to find more than myself
i want not comfort, fame or wealth
but to BOW before the One who KNOWS
THE ONE WHO CLAIMS THE HIGHEST THRONE
Yes, there is Dark;
And Suffering and Hurt.
There is Rage and Murder and Betrayal and Dirt
There are people whose souls have given in to their Flesh
There are shadow-puppets praying to their Self-gods of Death
But for every Darkness and Foulness that lives
THERE IS A BURNING AND BLINDING AND BURSTING WITHIN
OF LIGHT THAT THROWS BACK ALL THE SHADOWS AND SIN
AND THAT LIGHT IS THE FLAME THAT WILL ULTIMATELY WIN
AND END OR BEGIN
what we’ve lost —
Stop being ashamed of love!
Love is not weakness, it is wild roaring strength
It takes nothing to be nothing, to let the wind blow your stars away
It takes raging courage to feel and scream aloud that love
Stop waiting! Stop playing! Don’t pretend for fear of hurt
You do not have to be loved to love
It does not need to be returned.
You throw your stones
I drop my own
You claim to love, but drown and disown
You hunt the truth like it’s a wild beast
Unleashing all your traps
And like a thief, you string it up
(Never mind it’s dead and hung)
You beat the Truth with mindless fists
And claim you know it in your righteousness.
“You are weak,” you say to me.
but I am strong enough to see
that you’re no more than a Pharisee.
Who understands but Yaweh
Who feels the depths of the agony?
I am broken and alone
Each human failed me, one by one
No one can stand the test of time
Of sleeplessness through these trials of mine
I callously discard them. I painfully disregard their
Deception, malice, unjust intent
Their abuse and neglect and abandonment
I ford the waters alone.
A single rough rock among river stones.
Understand what I am suffering.
There is no one who loves as I Am.
The agony shattering me would stop your heart
I’ve shown you only a part of the pain I feel
For your cousins and loved ones and EVERYONE, ALL OF WHICH I HOLD
Who are lost.
I will free them at any cost.”
I doubt my soul will ever rest
Knowing there are those in eternal distress
How can I find peace when a wanderer meets
Such a fiery, empty demise?
I WANT THEM ALL TO REACH PARADISE
WILL NOTHING EVER BE RIGHT?
HOW COULD YOU LET THEM DIE
the lesson I thought I’d learned has returned
To mock my weeping faith.
No! My spirit screams
Your lies will not affect me.
I know who I am and to whom I belong and my King is not yours in defeat.
His love cannot be overcome
because it’s extended to everyone
So goodbye fear and terror
and farewell to you, hate
You’ll starve as you watch me drink and feast beside the King of Grace.
The peace that comes is signature
When joy cannot be explained (or hurt!) or seen
We look to the stars and believe.