Questioning the question, like it was asked out of line,
Stuck in time like it's a lesson, I guess a chance to learn mine,
Mine the gold from the teaching, watch the game, sit the pine,
Every step forward becomes two steps behind,
Why O why, can't the puzzle pieces click,
Can't the addict be okay and still get the fix?
Mix me some joy with a little bit of pain,
Pull the plug on the fun, all else the same.
Know inside you're not okay, but still rattle off the game,
Like a relationship is what you need, still deceived in vain.
Holding loose the grip that you hold on activity,
Leadership is lost, as control keeps mocking me.
Trying to melt the frost off this love that's rocking me,
While I'm pulling down the fence of my ego that's blocking me.
Why O why, can't the puzzle pieces click,
Can't the addict be okay and still get the fix?
One more relationship, one more hole,
Band-aid covered heart, bullet-wound soul,
Craving a smooth filling that will fill me full
Of the love that's killing me, sharp is better than dull.
Feel the sorrow of your neighbor, carry his load,
Hold your head towards heavens skies, the Father's abode.
Stand in victory,
Still,
Humbly raise
Your hands for the Savior, Lord, the Ancient of Days.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
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