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Monday, June 27, 2016

LOOKING BACK

How did I get here?
To me it all just seems a blur.
Only to wake up one morning wondering how I got down this road.
At the time I was too blind to see the truth,
I saw what I wanted to see.
Unfortunately the pain that should have been used to bring me close to you,
was the same pain that took me away from you.

The things I hear, and the words I say oppose each other.
Conviction or Condemnation, is there a difference,
and if there is why can't I see it?

Is my fear of hell greater than my fear of the Almighty?
I've heard some say of the many things in this life that bring sorrow.
Sorrow, HA! we truly know not the real severity of sorrow.
A word we customize to fit our selfishness,
But the truth, oh the truth, this if only we did know.

An anchor that weighs upon the beating of this heart, my heart, the worlds heart, his heart.
If he is the anchor then what are we?
Are we the water, the air surrounding the boat that holds the anchor?
Where is God in this picture?
A mind so fascinating even I to complex to understand.
But a God who promises that I am fearfully and wonderfully made,
How wonderful you are Oh Majestic one.

The shore stands strong and still,
The waves crash over the sands of time,
tell me where do you stay,
what is it that you do,
And where is it that you go,
to and fro, to and fro.
In a department only you know,
You hold the answer to the mysteries of this life,
A mind so finite,
But a God who holds it all together.

Will you hold me when I fall,
Catch me when I cry,
Bring me peace over the misunderstandings of this bi-polar,
It over takes me and controls me,
I forget who I am,
I am weak,
All to weak am I.

A syndrome in which the cure is but one,
You alone are the cure,
A love so holy and pure,
Surround me with your essence that I might remember only you and everything that you stand for.

SO what do you stand for?
And where will you run to?
YOu need me not, yet you want me.
A desire in which you created me for,
Show me your face, that I might believe,
Blessed are those,
well, please Spare this sparrow, because she is lost!