Thursday, April 9, 2015
We're Broken People
My heart explodes in my chest
I feel the urge to rest, but I can't.
I'm restless.
Truth be told I'm helpless.
If a friend in need is a friend indeed.
Then you can be sure I'm a friend into thee.
Have I made the right choices
By obeying the voices?
It's like the Tower of Babble, oh the confusion.
Listening to my mind is a depressing infusion
Of who I once was,
And who I must be.
Surely there's a light inside of me.
I sit here in sorrow, my heart is digested.
So my friend, please heed my suggestion,
Be careful with love, it isn't a game
Without the right mindset, your soul could be maimed.
I feel the urge to rest, but I can't.
I'm restless.
Truth be told I'm helpless.
If a friend in need is a friend indeed.
Then you can be sure I'm a friend into thee.
Have I made the right choices
By obeying the voices?
It's like the Tower of Babble, oh the confusion.
Listening to my mind is a depressing infusion
Of who I once was,
And who I must be.
Surely there's a light inside of me.
I sit here in sorrow, my heart is digested.
So my friend, please heed my suggestion,
Be careful with love, it isn't a game
Without the right mindset, your soul could be maimed.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Real Easter
Pain MUST be necessary of life, because the God the created us had to experience it Himself in the flesh when He died for us and our wrongdoings.
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