There will come a time when life becomes undying
The lion will close his mouth and sleep in his den
The raven and the crow will be silent that day
For lack of prey the wolf will become thinner
For dinner he'll eat herbs and grass
It'll come to pass that the bear will rest with the doe
The flow of the river will quench their thirst
Their stomachs will burst not with food but with joy
And man will no longer employ weapons of war
Their girls and their boys will no longer weep
They will keep their parents close to their hearts
The darts and the bullets will no longer fly
The sky will sing and the earth will know rest
It will bless mankind with the tree of life
Strife will cease and good will be the wine
You and I will dine with our ancestors of old
This story is told and written, it is coming and sure
For those who endured through this fallen time
With hearts that remained pure

The wicked surround the righteous
Like tribesmen around a flame
To a song of joy they dance
All while in a trance
Sometimes they get too close
And learn a lesson dire
That evil's only for a moment
But the righteous live forever

The good walk in a line
Straight and narrow as she goes
Everyone wants to turn them aside
And ask them what they hold
Yet when they tell the truth
They refuse to hear what's told
For wisdom is too high for fools
Yet better than fine gold

The wicked surround the righteous
Like moths drawn to a lamp
They do not fear the Son
And aren't a target of the evil one
They like darkness more than light
They're like bugs under a rug
They mock and scorn the purer souls
Until God pulls the plug

There once was a raging inferno in my core
Over time it receded into a moderate blaze
Then a small fire
Now it's just a spark
It was hard when I had to douse my own flames
but God ensured I didn't end up a smoking ash heap

I wondered for a while
why I was unable to reignite my passion
even with gentle and gradual guidance
I had little drive or power
I've noticed how zeal can burn the people I loved
and turn their faces sour

Yet when I needed them most, they just stared
When I needed someone to stand up for me
They didn't dare -  for their minds were elsewhere
But my spark is still there
Waiting, dormant
For someone to love, for a reason to care

Bullies like to push people around
Their fantasy depends on it
And when it crumbles to the ground
they throw an awful fit
They try to mold their vision
To capture you and bind
Ignore it or show you don't care
and they appear out of nowhere to remind
They think they're kings and queens
who like to talk and scream
Intimidate and coerce the pawns
through dark, deceptive means
Yet morning always dawns
With the sun appears the rubble
I don't want to rip a fool
from their sleep or burst their bubble
Yet I refuse to let them feed on me
through my skin to my bone
So a warm corner to call my own
is really all I need
My wisdom and experience is for me
Not for someone who doesn't heed
So I will simply watch and learn
as the wicked bleed and burn

In a world of half-truths
Where everyone likes to argue
And prove themselves right
To win every fight
Life is a game to some
But I feel too dumb
To play like the devil
I'm not on their level
I avoid the bread of evil
To feast on holy gravel
For I have rocks in my gut
Stomach pain keeps me in a rut
I recall things I said
When I'm lying in bed
They said I rock the boat
So they threw me overboard
To sever the cord
Between me and the LORD
Now I'm sinking like lead
Nearly dead
I can feel the compression
But here's my confession
Though I've been tossed out to sea
And they celebrate victory over me
I've become more intelligent
My desire for truth is pertinent
On the inside I'm full of glee
And my soul is happy

She treats love like a carrot
As soon as you think you're within reach
She pulls away

She treats *** like a weapon
Ensures the shame will be yours
And you'll come crawling back on all fours

You are her stepping stone
You can give the world to her on a silver platter
You can give your life for hers and it won't matter

She is a spoiled daughter
A warmonger
She is the devil's laughter

If you survive her
You will learn to despise her
She is the spider and you're the fly in her web

I am drawn to those who suffer
I try to pull people from the fire
Often I get burned
But I learn

Why am I drawn to those who suffer?
I ponder
It's because hardship is for the good
In a world where people are often

Misunderstood