Longing for hope ,
begging for more rope
to secure my hold ,
with every secret I've ever told
the rope never let's go
but with people- you never know .
People are like a summer breeze ,
coming and going as they please .
Not aware of the hurt or the pain ,
or the hope or joy they drain .
They don't know about the 'thought' ,
or all the things we've fought .
The don't know the pain we overcame ,
just a face and a name .
The pain still lingers though ,
even if I don't let it show .
I've masked the pain so long ,
in a sense it makes me strong .
You'd never guess ,
I curse myself when I dressed
I cringe when I see me
because I know I'm a phony .
I am literally 98% fake ,
give or take .
I am my own mystery ,
I will never be clear to me .
Even what I feel ,
isn't real .
I know I need to surrender ,
but my fears will not hinder .
I am far beyond repair ,
I have sheard and tear .
"Oh , but my dear , you're wrong !
Your chains are gone ,
flea your prision cell !
Get up - you've been made well !
You are the love of my life ,
my bride - my wife .
You are Mine , and I am yours .
Stop fighting all of these wars .
Have I not won them all ?
Have I never answered your call ?
Am I not God ? Not the King ?
Have I died for nothing ?
No quite the opposite !
It was a perfect fit !
Do you understand the pain or hurt
to throw my only Son to the dirt ?
To watch Him in agony -
falling to His very knee
with the heavy cross on His back ,
love for you I never lacked . "