Make way for the Jesus the King!
His angels dance and sing,
For he has returned,
To save the sick and the burned,
He rides from the white city,
He cries with great pity,
For his people are far away,
They have turned long astray,
Cursed are the ones who ignore him,
But blessed are those who follow him,
For he will lead them to land,
Composed of pure blood from his hand,
Rejoice, for Christ is here!
Rejoice, His power has drawn near!
Stand up and follow in his sight,
And he will lead you back into his pure light
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
Pain knows my smile
Every single crooked smile that shows people how perfect I supposedly am when deep down I'm more broken then you could ever imagine
I crack that smile in public
But when I'm all alone my tears fill those crooked cracks
And the space in-between me and you
I dig into the core of my well being and show you how broken I really am but you seem like you don't even care
You don't even care that I cry myself to sleep at night and skip school just so I can get a chance to think about how I can fix all the things I've broken
Like me
All I want to do is fix me
To fix me would be the stroke of luck I need to be able to fix everything else I've destroyed, but all to be destroyed again because that's just how my life works
A treacherous cycle of pain and hurt and agony and as soon as I think I got rid of it it blindsides me and hits me harder than I ever though possible
All I asked of you is to comfort me but you just turned around and stabbed me in the back with the very knife I use to cut myself when no one is looking
It's all fine, though
I chose to accept it and the fact that I have to deal with enough pain for the both of us by myself
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC