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I wrote for the first time in over a year, and here's the first thing that came to mind...
What do you have to tell me mighty whispers from God? Is the breath of our future dancing behind your lips? I see your full eye so high in the sky. I'm waiting for you to blink into fruition.
The world has swept over us with it's dark horses attempting claim stakes on our spirits one by one. One by one we all from our pride that made us so tall, but you knew.
Our heart song that drew us ever so close to you was changed into desprate heart cries that were cloaked in besieged illusion.
Some of us stood as leaders clad with our shields of faith along side our sharpened swords of the Spirit. With words of twists and turns on fire with the Gospel and revolutionary promise. Tongues clad with the spirit to set hearts on fire from the darkness. Tongues to utter life altering world changing rebirth.
Victims we are of our own minds that keep us in gilded cages. We use our analytical critical thinking processes to bob and weave and explain, debunk, rewind the possibility and promise of tomorrow. Restrained we are. Our mouths open n desperation in attempts to make soundless wordless outcries to save us from the trap that we have carefully set for ourselves by our own intelligence.
Twists and turns and miles of dead ends and darkness overshadow flesh's crown. Only fooling ourselves in the end. Miles of words and lies. Ivy wrapping, claiming, clinging to everything in sight. "Father God I beg you to prune me until I bleed," he cries. He's spoken so many puzzles and false explanations that he is a jigsaw himself.
We all start from child whispered into existence from the heavens and into the earth. Walking down paths you seek after us. It's only until we become desperate that we in turn seek after you.
What do you have to tell me mighty whispers from God? Is the breath of our future dancing behind your lips? I see your full eye so high in the sky. I'm waiting for you to blink into fruition.
The world has swept over us with it's dark horses attempting claim stakes on our spirits one by one. One by one we all from our pride that made us so tall, but you knew.
Our heart song that drew us ever so close to you was changed into desprate heart cries that were cloaked in besieged illusion.
Some of us stood as leaders clad with our shields of faith along side our sharpened swords of the Spirit. With words of twists and turns on fire with the Gospel and revolutionary promise. Tongues clad with the spirit to set hearts on fire from the darkness. Tongues to utter life altering world changing rebirth.
Victims we are of our own minds that keep us in gilded cages. We use our analytical critical thinking processes to bob and weave and explain, debunk, rewind the possibility and promise of tomorrow. Restrained we are. Our mouths open n desperation in attempts to make soundless wordless outcries to save us from the trap that we have carefully set for ourselves by our own intelligence.
Twists and turns and miles of dead ends and darkness overshadow flesh's crown. Only fooling ourselves in the end. Miles of words and lies. Ivy wrapping, claiming, clinging to everything in sight. "Father God I beg you to prune me until I bleed," he cries. He's spoken so many puzzles and false explanations that he is a jigsaw himself.
We all start from child whispered into existence from the heavens and into the earth. Walking down paths you seek after us. It's only until we become desperate that we in turn seek after you.