Each day is a new day
Trials and temptations
come my way
Each day I battle my demons
Monsters clawing out my closet
I am not perfect, I am not divine
I can hardly claim to be sane
I can remotely proclaim
To be his true child
Yet the Father,
loves me for his own

For those who think
Religion is obfuscate
God knows no religion
HE IS LOVE ABOVE ALL
I know this eternal truth,
because in my heart it resounds

His eyes all seeing
Your sighs are not unnoticed
Your soul bare before him
Every threat and torment
Right from ground zero
He knows you so profound

Yet he chooses not to judge you
Your own makings often trap you
The guilt you feel in your soul
Is the longing to be restored

Reasons of your behaviour
To your may appear sound
To him your logic is profane
In human reality ground

Yet in all His omnipresence
Your free will to Him is sacred.
This Father alone is the one
Who knows to make you strong
His loving nature hands you tests
Life's precious lessons follow
He know experience is a great teacher
Else slothful you'll grow.

So when I know my Father's Heart
I'll put my heart and soul
To get up just once again
knowing my heavenly goal
His loving lessons I will learn
Bear the bruises on my soul
In the bargain stronger I'll become
His grace I will earn

My Saviour is my model
Thrice tripped He persevered
He kept forging up ahead.
Despite His enemies jeers
He beckons now with assurance
Don't give before your state
Heaven's shore is not far away
Just try once again!

Sitting and absorbing what I see, as the numbness creeps within me,
Feeling like a flightless bird missing out on imaginable prosperity and security.
On this bench too ample for one person, blindly witnessing.
Having seen friends and masses load on that train.
A ticket in hand, a train I nearly took, a chance I did not obtain.
How can I forgive myself for being in this place in life, tears falling like rain?

I see the train, moving down the rustic railroad pathway.
And I feel a loss, as if I have been left behind.
Trying to figure out what other paths can be taken on this colorless rainy day?
What other path can I take? And Hopelessness tells me "I'm out of plans",
Is that train the only one that will take me where I can fly away?
The places I yearn and desire to go.

All this time however, I was blind in only seeing broken dreams and a false legacy.
Sitting here on a cold stone bench, mourning in my own self pity.
There in front of me was He, the Holy One, looking at me.
He patiently waited to get my attention, to approach me with His key.
He was waiting for me to give Him permission to sit right next to me and set me free.
Wanting to reassure and comfort me, that He has a treasure for His bride-to-be.

As He graciously sat next to me, my worries and my dreams began to fade,
For He has a pearly white train filled with significance that is unswayed.
A train that will take me places that He wants me to go, all expenses paid.
His train is one that few and far between ever take,
Because the masses have set their hearts on their own selfish ambitions and never awake.
He offers me a spiritual bouquet full of acceptance and encouragement, I accept it without debate.

For there is no other way, that I will be fulfilled. He is the answer to the emptiness.
The answer to broken dreams and broken promises.
I accept Him as my Lord and Savior, this is our Genesis.
I've climbed into His train and He swept away the heaviness, for His dreams for me are ever endless.

He watched the train,
And as it passed,
His voice did strain,
An anguished rasp,
Don’t **** up,
Don’t take too long,
Learn this lick,
Sing this song,
Always demanding,
He can’t focus,
Always reprimanding,
Always for us,
Never for him.
For him to be,
Locked in lovestruck eternity,
You think itd be easy,
Voice of an angel,
Eyes like the sea,
But really he’s mangled,
Mange and rabid,
Like always calling someone else captain,
Always listening always sitting,
Do this, do that it’s never ending,
What if he just wants to **** for once,
Make it up as he goes and find that one,
But no, no that cannot be he’s got a plan, he’s got a scheme.
Find that one, be with her, have a blast, go to Ireland, settle down, have a kid, show this ****** up world what it means to be in love.
That’s his scheme, to prove disaster wrong, make divorce a myth and sing a duet song.
But first he must toil,
Sweat and bleed,
Like he’s lost and cannot breathe,
Cause in this world you have a choice,
Be like them, or have a voice.
It’s not always easy,
Scratch that it’s never ******* easy,
But in the end it’s down to you.
Yes this turned from poem I rant,
But I really won’t listen I just.. Can’t,
Because I’m tired of having to make a choice, to hurt someone for someone else and to choose between happiness one or happiness two. Cause maybe they’d both end fantastic, maybe they’d both be catastrophic, but in the end I don’t ******* know,
But hey I hope you enjoy the show.