The ancient forces challenge you. To rise above or fall in line, To seek the peace or cross the line. The echoes of the past resound, break the chains or heed the cries. The path you take is up to you. Your choice can shape the course of life.
I'm renouncing the pain I spoke over myself. I'm renouncing the hatred I spoke into this family. the hatred spoke into those of my past, the Boy who made me realise I was filled with lust, I am renouncing the words that I spoke and listened to that reduced and reduce my self esteem. I am renewing my mind with The word. I am renewing my mind with His love. I am allowing Him to work through me. I am forgetting the past, refusing to ponder on old history. Please carry me through Lord, increase this capacity. I am so used to ignoring my feelings that accepting them make me feel like I am wrong. So peace to my heart. Joy to my mind. Salvation to my soul. The lord in my spirit, He alone makes me whole. Please teach me how to navigate and accept these feelings Lord, you gave them to me for a reason.
You take heart right from my bleeding chest Suffering cardiac arrest All fears it seems are second-guessed Scared this attempt will work out like the rest Hurt a few too many occasions before Tip-toeing on ever shaking floor It's obvious you don't want me anymore Need reason to keep on breathing for Crashing lightning Rolling thunder Caught in current and it's pulling me under I cannot help but stop and wonder Why my dreams are torn asunder No space left inside head Taken up by lies you said Wish I felt happy instead Infected me with a sense of dread It's not your fault Torn in two I have myself to blame for believing you Your eyes oceans I fell into I'm drowning in those pools of blue Looking at yesterday Tried so hard to walk away Can't break chains around my feet Without your touch incomplete
I feel like a cupcake without frosting when you are not around me
Unless you see your chains you're not free Unless you see your flesh you're not spirit And unless spirit and soul mutually see You cannot know there's Another in your midst
Unless you are silent and still You cannot feel the gentle wind Nor hear its whispering song Nor discern it's voice in the harmony, or dissonance
That knowing freedom is beyond the door Suffices not that you get up and walk For there must be light and you've eyes to see And you're not chained nor door's a devious trap To tempt an escape to increase the sin And fear whispering of uncertainties Of vast unknowns and stranger unseen yet And perhaps the door leads to just more doors Better well-fed and cared-for but a slave Then free, hungry and lost, and soon all dead For freedom is for the living and free
