Mondays are great, when I think of the past.
I want to rest; I used to believe that I wanted to be blessed. Then I realized the truth of plastic lies and people hiding behind the cross. Like a puppet I stood there willing to be played. I always searched for a solution to my pain. Escaping was what I found. I can't run away, and I can't stand. When falling is not an option. Then where will I land. Confusing screams loud and clear. As  my heart unfolds I see my fear. Calling upon the name of healing to breath a fresh understanding of truth. I still love,even though they hate.