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Before i start spilling my heart out here on the page...
Here's something i wrote awhile back.
"Here's the battle:
He wants to eat
But is never satisfied
Last time I walked with him
He pridefully widened his stride
Strutting presumptuously towards decadence
I followed him
Thinking id have an option to split
But when the last minute arrived
I saw how close I was to the cliff
And when he jumped off
He asked for my grip
Foolishly I fell for it
And trying to get him out
I slipped and backslide into a pit
His arena
He has home court advantage
Something within me tells me
'there's a way out of it follow my lead
I have the blue print'
Who do I trust?
The one who's been around all my life full of disgust?
Or that voice inside who's volume I could never adjust?
One of these ways works
But I don't know which one it is
I look around me
For some reason the lids on my eyes seem lifted
Everything I do to satisfy the flesh leaves me towards death
Contrary, the Spirit is always bailing me out when all my common sense is spent
I suddenly find hope when walking in the Spirits steps
His voice gets louder
And where He leads me is more than just to be tempted
I can't put a finger on it
Its so serene
Its like I'm a blank canvas and as I follow Him
the moves I make are illustrating me
There's no parlor tricks
And He's not selfish
When I stumble and get hurt
He's there to comfort;
Sustain
Healing my wounds and leading me out of the tomb
The old man died
The New Creation now remains"
Here's something i wrote awhile back.
"Here's the battle:
He wants to eat
But is never satisfied
Last time I walked with him
He pridefully widened his stride
Strutting presumptuously towards decadence
I followed him
Thinking id have an option to split
But when the last minute arrived
I saw how close I was to the cliff
And when he jumped off
He asked for my grip
Foolishly I fell for it
And trying to get him out
I slipped and backslide into a pit
His arena
He has home court advantage
Something within me tells me
'there's a way out of it follow my lead
I have the blue print'
Who do I trust?
The one who's been around all my life full of disgust?
Or that voice inside who's volume I could never adjust?
One of these ways works
But I don't know which one it is
I look around me
For some reason the lids on my eyes seem lifted
Everything I do to satisfy the flesh leaves me towards death
Contrary, the Spirit is always bailing me out when all my common sense is spent
I suddenly find hope when walking in the Spirits steps
His voice gets louder
And where He leads me is more than just to be tempted
I can't put a finger on it
Its so serene
Its like I'm a blank canvas and as I follow Him
the moves I make are illustrating me
There's no parlor tricks
And He's not selfish
When I stumble and get hurt
He's there to comfort;
Sustain
Healing my wounds and leading me out of the tomb
The old man died
The New Creation now remains"