Friday, September 27, 2002
welcome to the wasteland of myself where I reside/ a heart full of hunger gnaws from the inside/ a longing whose description can only be incessant/ craving not food but vindication of my essence/ like Lifehouse, I'm here "Hanging By A Moment"/ I'm fighting 10 rounds and faithlessness is my opponent/ stuck without a buck, my friends tell me I want a job/ but more than employment, I'm just waiting for God/ though He's close, somehow we've become distant/ am I to search now as a test of personal persistence?/ fatherless since 10, I struggled to never be a quitter/ but without you Lord, like Mara I'll be bitter/ living in a world where men such as I are just fools/ devoid of your grace, I'm raging more than any bull/ grant me perspective, and the means to live simply with/ for my request is to be neither poor nor rich/ this world's corrupted by money and this truth:/ most of the richest, in their pride forget you/ give me just enough, to care for myself and my own/ more than money, give me purpose; glory for your throne/ my earnest desire is to know only where I should go/ cover my weakness, show me where I must grow/ give me your compassion, tell me how to stop the violence/ yet I sit without answers, left to contemplate silence/ but here I wait in expectation, searching my soul/ they say things happen in your time... ...or so I've been told. |
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in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
the facts.
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