I count the pages of written scripts
Of books in digits of sixty-six
And in thirty three years,
I held you so close
Showed you this everlasting love
That was never untold.
I have made known to you
Revealed by the spirit, touched by grace
Unending love, heaven is here
I brought you the place
To where I'll dwell you in.
Yahweh understands the irony
surrounding us; though we’re
unneeded, but wanted by Him…
shows our ignorance; to see
Him as He is, would exceed our
current level of comprehension.
And yet, we have opportunities
to truly savor His divine power.
When will our pathetic attitudes,
towards Him and others change,
given Salvation’s promise, that’s
the result of the Great Exchange?
John 3:16; 2 Cor 5:21 and
The irony is that while God doesn’t need us, but still wants us, we desperately need God, but don’t really want Him most of the time. ―Francis Chan
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
I won't ever break your heart again
Take advantage of your devotion
Razors up through my throat
the verses I sweetly lie through
secret smiles, my seething teeth vibrate
The weight of words in pixel and ink
May keep the cold truth freezing
The virulence hiding behind
what once were naive eyes
fed and sleeping in chains
Is all I have left
If it's even that
Have faith in me and what I do,
have faith, and believe in me.
All which I ask for is just one chance,
All I want is an opportunity.
Don’t be blind, naive, or sympathetic,
Do only what you believe.
But how can I have workplace experience,
Without just one opportunity.
I’m not disabled, depressed, or distraught,
I’m not born with any superiority,
Without privilege or right,
We, we need opportunity.
I won’t plead for a chance,
I won't plead for the job,
I won’t plead for opportunity,
I just won’t plead.
Just open your eyes,
Your mind and heart,
Everyone needs an opportunity.
You are what you were
Your thoughts are absurd
You place, your faith, in others words
Have no worth
You walk through life
Fairy tales are your lies
You place, your faith in others words
Has no worth
That light in your eyes
The fears grow in size
Faith is the surprise
The irony is wise
Drink those tears you cry
Go walk with the blind
Go walk with your kind
This won't be new--you do it all the time
So stay quiet
Hope is a sparrow on the deck ledge,
Praying her chicks will fly off the edge.
Hope is an old cat in an animal rescue,
Longing for a compassionate person like you.
Hope is a child wishing for some friends,
Once the game of freeze tag ends.
Hope is a poor man on the street
With a desire to hear a song so upbeat.
Hope is what most people want and gain,
Even through trial and storm and rain.
"Why me?, Why me?"
This question always haunts me.
I call you night and day,
And yet you don't love me.
I am screaming but,
You seem not to hear me.
I am begging but,
You seem to not help me.
Can't you see these tears.
They are running down to my knees.
I feel everyday I seem to hate me.
But, I keep praying for me.
'Lord please!, Lord please!'
These tears are really hurting me
Don't you see?
Don't you see?
My life is not what i want it to be.
I can't see past these days,
Do you not love me.