Godisawesome
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Denying your presence is known todayYour blood and body keeping us goingSeems people are praising every SundayAlthough looks like thoughts haven't been flowing
I walk through the Valley of Darkness alone
Nothing was ever there to call my own
It's a long way down when you're up so high
But still I told myself that bittersweet lie
Falling, Falling, to my death.
Dropping through the clouds.
Airplane dropping right next to me to its death.
Life is but a picture painted by God
Everything we discover and every step we take
Is another brush stroke in his creation
From every atom to every galaxy there is beauty
For us to find an adventure which is life
Through the wilderness, I find a blessing.
I hear a voice that whispers in the air.
Despite my weakness, I hate confessing
That something is clinging without a care.
Who Is He?
Who is this God that people talk about?
Where does He do His work?
Why is He so important?
God is the ultimate artistWith His fine, illustrative beauties of the worldThe complexities of intricacyPsychedelic impossibilityEye exploding colorsContoursContrastTime in linePast future
I hated you.
I cursed at you.
I clawed at the sky at times hoping that my wicked hands might scratch your face.
You hated me.
I thought you did.
Live life
Give strife
Repent sin
Through thick or thin
Show them love
Through Him above
Lead them all
Before we fall
Show Him off
Before last cough
Guide them well
I wondered as I walked on
Thinking,
"Where am I going?"
Don't we all wonder?
I wandered and pondered the question
Wracking my brain
In an attempt to find
Answers.
We are each called to serve the Lord
With many gifts to us He's poured
My gift of poetry
I pray to use
To give light to the world
And light its fuse.
I am a soldier of the cross
What happened to America?
The land of the free, the home and the brave
Now it just feels like we're worshipping idols
Stuck in sin
And we're slaves
Marriage doesn't matter anymore
Not to the world
I sleep at night
And wake in the morning
Its more of a daily routine
I hang with my friends
And never make my bed
What's the point anyways
I Talk and Talk and never shut up
Though we have many strengths and skills
having imperfections is always real
some of us may need pills
while others don't need any thing but an appeal
We have to embrace the fact that we are made