Lyrics without thought, in this mind quick
to thwart what is an innocent thought
And to reminisce every mistake and fault
ostentatiously, by means to flaunt
There's that familiar sinner in my heart
for the dear me—a red poetic of the hart
I'm so quick in my faith to quickly doubt
despite the flaming desires I have of so much
will to display; but the fears are quick to dout
As the longing to be close to a cost
that of which my purpose is enough the amount
To mount in the fixed place of this mysterious world
lest must I spin my head countless times, and be whirled
As liken to a devilish smile; cheery of guilty cares
must I be trained to despise my lies
And be washed of immortality by a birthed virtues
****** bathed with necessary lyes
I thank Christ for such a sacrifice of an enemy
hoping joyously that he dies
His risen story has imparted a new colour to my
life; a permanent impact as it comes to dyes
As two words can sound and look the same—
steadfast is the love of God to allow me to be
saved by grace. As I often gaze at the words of
how His love remains the same
Unlike the lyrics in my head,
so quick to change
Sep 28, 2022
Sep 28, 2022 at 3:06 PM UTC
Lyrics without thought, in this mind quick
to thwart what is an innocent thought
And to reminisce every mistake and fault
ostentatiously, by means to flaunt
There's that familiar sinner in my heart
for the dear me—a red poetic of the hart
I'm so quick in my faith to quickly doubt
despite the flaming desires I have of so much
will to display; but the fears are quick to dout
As the longing to be close to a cost
that of which my purpose is enough the amount
To mount in the fixed place of this mysterious world
lest must I spin my head countless times, and be whirled
As liken to a devilish smile; cheery of guilty cares
must I be trained to despise my lies
And be washed of immortality by a birthed virtues
****** bathed with necessary lyes
I thank Christ for such a sacrifice of an enemy
hoping joyously that he dies
His risen story has imparted a new colour to my
life; a permanent impact as it comes to dyes
As two words can sound and look the same—
steadfast is the love of God to allow me to be
saved by grace. As I often gaze at the words of
how His love remains the same
Unlike the lyrics in my head,
so quick to change
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