Fred Hammond & RFC - You Are the Living Word
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyTYEeZdhK8
The things I tell my heart aren’t true
I place my feet on muddy grounds in search of anew;
Not of the desolate dark where there is no solace,
Not the dismal caverns in which the sun never hits.
Maybe sand, or a grassy meadow, maybe a place I never knew.
I find there is no place that stops the darkness from getting
through.
The grit, the sound, the pounding of the wind.
That echoes of the hollow always in view. I stand,
I fall, and I scrape my knees and bruise my call in hopes that I
will learn to crawl.
Out of the hole that is so deep, out of the hole that covers me.
The cliff is steep I can not see for I hide my shame behind my need,
I hide my guilt upon my sleeve I hide the blood that seeps with in
me.
I answer the question,
I answer plea why does it have to be me- again I am looking at me,
who hides behind scars and scrapes for I know I can’t erase,
the plague of life, The seed of death I look for a savior a promise
a rest.
For my pillow is heavy, my rest disturb by my dream of life,
clarity and focus not on me but what I fear and what I dare.
To come into the calm, to come out of the storm,
wring my hair and dry my burden.
Sit on my chair and listen to the ticks and tocks of the turbulent
shock
at the blessing of light, it shines whether or not.
The light still shines and
I am still here to listen to the howling wind that wishes to beckon
me again.
All so dreary, all to cold the battle rages on,
and I am forewarned that what I seek is not in vain,
that it lies not in the storm only in the break,
that I shall take my stay and rest, for another day is on it’s way.
That I may sleep or lie awake perhaps dream that I am safe.
In the arms of a warm embrace.
The kisses of the sun upon my face,
the kisses of love written in a place where my heart may not fear to
dream again.
So I say to self I will pray that I am not right and I am not wrong,
to keep my eyes on the truth to hold no pride to throw no stones.
I do not want to die holding on to the lie,
I do not want to die living a lie!
The only way I can survive the only way out is to cry aloud
“what is wrong with this picture” is it for the naked eye?
To see the truth where it lurks,
to see the truth no matter where it hurts!
I lie on my pillow at night I close my eyes daring not to cry.
I lie on my pillow now wide-eyed tears clogging my throat and my
mind.
The desperate need to try and stay alive
for something so easy and not just for the masterminds,
but for simple minds and hearts can find.
The true bread, the light, the Son, the Father and water to feed the
hunger!
By the by Dare I ever---
Succumb to many lies as the years flew by, with no one to tell me
(you are confined).
There it goes again the wandering mind (one would say if left out to
long it will die)
Stay away from the hurricane just turn your back for that is where
the enemy loves to attack!
I end my thoughts on this matter and I lay my heart at his throne,
no sacrifice just love for there is nothing a soul can do to please
the Almighty there is only His Son!
Written by Momoiro Usagi 7
Edited by
Momoiro_Usagi_7
on Tue 07/02/13 10:06 AM
Wow this morning and now afternoon has being quite Powerful ...swing moods LOL!
