In Him I found truth. I found truth in the unseen, masked faith, among deception and lies.
By Him I gained strength. Mind. Body. Spirit. The necessities of life.
Through Him I built courage. Courage scoffed doubt while doubt sculpted fear, yet, hope defeated both.
And from Him, I felt love. King. Savior. Master. Yet I'm the guest and He's the host?
This love I feel, it's something true. Not waterdowned, societal, or morphed.
A love that wishes the best for me.
A love based on humble views.
Translucent. Untainted. Limitless. Unbound.
An intimate space where lost is found. Heartbeat grasps sound. Fallen are rebound.
Yet...
I sit here lost.
Conflicted and confused. Home to a God who ignites my muse.
Stranger to a world divided and bruised.
Who am I?
See;
I know who I am. I know who I'll be.
The very thought of Him puts me at ease.
His presence, essence, lessons-
they complete me.
So why the heck is my heart emptied?
Who allowed such misery.
Perhaps the answer is hell, itself.
Filling the earth with vainity and doubt. Facing my Lord in self- righteousness and stout.
Funny.
Little do you know how He loves the masses.
Whom you've tricked and clawed into oblivious contraction.
My eyes have been opened. My ears cleaned free.
Your destruction and lies bring no satisfaction.
And now, everything aggrivates me.
Gosh, how I wish, that's not how it was. That the outside, out there, wasn't tainted with blood. Yet swimming in oceans by the blood of the lamb.
Who was mocked and ridiculed for saving our land.
Lifting us up in His mighty right hand,
He saves me from drowning.
Sinking in death from a world not of my liking.
I wanna scream.
Get in the faces, even though I hate it, of all of the souls who pass me.
Blinded by overrated entertainment and masked identities.
I dunno...
I guess I'm just lonely. I have a God right beside, but can't share Him with those around me.
It's almost like a dream. A fairytale of epic proportions.
How I pray of finding connection with the sinners and the morbid.
Becoming one with the children of God, who's Son in blessed, crowned and anointed.
So I guess, here I am.
What it's come to be.
A girl on a mission to reach her Lord, and those who want to climb with me.
I won't be picky. I won't pick and choose.
Yet, don't be deceived, I -always- defend the truth.
The love I mentioned. That love from before. True, unending, pure.
That love I mentioned, I'm willing to give it.
To a world where it doesnt exist.
A world that... doesn't care anymore.
-O.R.S
By Him I gained strength. Mind. Body. Spirit. The necessities of life.
Through Him I built courage. Courage scoffed doubt while doubt sculpted fear, yet, hope defeated both.
And from Him, I felt love. King. Savior. Master. Yet I'm the guest and He's the host?
This love I feel, it's something true. Not waterdowned, societal, or morphed.
A love that wishes the best for me.
A love based on humble views.
Translucent. Untainted. Limitless. Unbound.
An intimate space where lost is found. Heartbeat grasps sound. Fallen are rebound.
Yet...
I sit here lost.
Conflicted and confused. Home to a God who ignites my muse.
Stranger to a world divided and bruised.
Who am I?
See;
I know who I am. I know who I'll be.
The very thought of Him puts me at ease.
His presence, essence, lessons-
they complete me.
So why the heck is my heart emptied?
Who allowed such misery.
Perhaps the answer is hell, itself.
Filling the earth with vainity and doubt. Facing my Lord in self- righteousness and stout.
Funny.
Little do you know how He loves the masses.
Whom you've tricked and clawed into oblivious contraction.
My eyes have been opened. My ears cleaned free.
Your destruction and lies bring no satisfaction.
And now, everything aggrivates me.
Gosh, how I wish, that's not how it was. That the outside, out there, wasn't tainted with blood. Yet swimming in oceans by the blood of the lamb.
Who was mocked and ridiculed for saving our land.
Lifting us up in His mighty right hand,
He saves me from drowning.
Sinking in death from a world not of my liking.
I wanna scream.
Get in the faces, even though I hate it, of all of the souls who pass me.
Blinded by overrated entertainment and masked identities.
I dunno...
I guess I'm just lonely. I have a God right beside, but can't share Him with those around me.
It's almost like a dream. A fairytale of epic proportions.
How I pray of finding connection with the sinners and the morbid.
Becoming one with the children of God, who's Son in blessed, crowned and anointed.
So I guess, here I am.
What it's come to be.
A girl on a mission to reach her Lord, and those who want to climb with me.
I won't be picky. I won't pick and choose.
Yet, don't be deceived, I -always- defend the truth.
The love I mentioned. That love from before. True, unending, pure.
That love I mentioned, I'm willing to give it.
To a world where it doesnt exist.
A world that... doesn't care anymore.
-O.R.S
