Mar 2015
I wish you'd fly away.
So content on where you think you're going.
So why do you need to stay?
So perfect, no need for growing.
Repeating the same mistakes,
Let's sit around and waste.
I love the dirt beneath my feet,
To watch the falling leaves,
Listening to a heart beat.
But you're always in a hurry.
No cares for all created
Nor for the Creator.
Locations, possessions priorities.
But I pray you get your way.
That you get to fly away.
Condemning me.
Should I deny my own existence
Would be to deny my Creator.
How can one love the Creator entirely
But not love all created?
And through my love for you
I hope you get your way and fly away.
How can one encourage ignorance,
Smother innovation, education, progress?
Was the brain not created,
And a lack of use not an insult to God?
In a world encouraged to kneel to men before God
Is God not secondary?
But I hope you get your way.
Sins hidden.
******, adultery, deception.
Do we box God up
In people, crosses, and buildings?
Is the One that created everything not everywhere
Or is He only in the clouds?
Shall you get your way.
The bickering, controlling, smothering gone,
But hopefully the meek will stay.
How I long for just one calm and peaceful day.
I pray you get your way.
God let them fly away.
So tired of hearing what they say.
The message behind their words.
Life has no value.
But then again, why would a world
Ruled by men that think they're God
Want to meet their Creator?
What would people say
If God appeared with His laws,
Reminding men that measure sin
Where they should begin?
Would it be a glorious day
If men could no longer cheat on their wives all week
And then pretend to be forgiven on Sunday?
And how much faith exists
Within a soul that rages when tested?
Would faith in God not include
Faith that He created and controls everything?
All I can do is await the fate
Of those that control what others do, think, and say.
Is to control not to take captive?
But I've reached the point where I want what they want
And I hope and pray they get their way.
It must be tiring to clothe men in dresses
And then convince the world they're not gay.
I grow weary of all the lies and deception.
The disgusting things your people do.
The ignorant things your people say.
All I can do is shake my head, laugh, and pray.
I pray you get your wings and fly away.
So content on where you think you're going.
So why do you need to stay?
So perfect, no need for growing.
Repeating the same mistakes,
Let's sit around and waste.
I love the dirt beneath my feet,
To watch the falling leaves,
Listening to a heart beat.
But you're always in a hurry.
No cares for all created
Nor for the Creator.
Locations, possessions priorities.
But I pray you get your way.
That you get to fly away.
Condemning me.
Should I deny my own existence
Would be to deny my Creator.
How can one love the Creator entirely
But not love all created?
And through my love for you
I hope you get your way and fly away.
How can one encourage ignorance,
Smother innovation, education, progress?
Was the brain not created,
And a lack of use not an insult to God?
In a world encouraged to kneel to men before God
Is God not secondary?
But I hope you get your way.
Sins hidden.
******, adultery, deception.
Do we box God up
In people, crosses, and buildings?
Is the One that created everything not everywhere
Or is He only in the clouds?
Shall you get your way.
The bickering, controlling, smothering gone,
But hopefully the meek will stay.
How I long for just one calm and peaceful day.
I pray you get your way.
God let them fly away.
So tired of hearing what they say.
The message behind their words.
Life has no value.
But then again, why would a world
Ruled by men that think they're God
Want to meet their Creator?
What would people say
If God appeared with His laws,
Reminding men that measure sin
Where they should begin?
Would it be a glorious day
If men could no longer cheat on their wives all week
And then pretend to be forgiven on Sunday?
And how much faith exists
Within a soul that rages when tested?
Would faith in God not include
Faith that He created and controls everything?
All I can do is await the fate
Of those that control what others do, think, and say.
Is to control not to take captive?
But I've reached the point where I want what they want
And I hope and pray they get their way.
It must be tiring to clothe men in dresses
And then convince the world they're not gay.
I grow weary of all the lies and deception.
The disgusting things your people do.
The ignorant things your people say.
All I can do is shake my head, laugh, and pray.
I pray you get your wings and fly away.
