I wanted to tell someone….
but I didn’t think they would hear me
so I let it spoil in my throat like sour milk.
I wanted to cry on someones shoulder
but they kept shrugging … so I fell off.
Pain can only be licked sufficiently;
by the one whom endures the wound.
Yet people say they can cure me
as they drop crumbs from up on a roof.
Despair is real
and You are not here…
if You are then make it known
I know You have set my pardon
but the wind… seems my chastened home.
I might care…
But, I WANT it straight !
I hate the game….
I HATE THE GAME !
Candy is not sweet …?
but I am not a fool…
even the white ones are impure
and “feelings” … are not the given rule !
Technicalities ? or self intention ?
Sacrifice ? or a loving deed ?
Is it to salvage clout ? or conscience ?
Is it the truth ? I beg ! I plead !
If not ..Dont keep it to yourself..
Use respect with kindly truth.
because honesty births dignity
Even if … they’ll all hate you.
Discernment sees behind a joust
and may cause to swallow hard
but hope is that you are true to you.
Then we both can know where we start.
Yes; maybe we wont be the same…
But there is nothing more I HATE…
Than Black Kettles whitened by bluffs
and kind answers that only play games!
When whispers seek a place to rent
and insecurity is on the find
Be sure to bruise both of your knees
and post No vacancy’s in your mind.
Satan owns this world
and evil rules each day.
and no matter how you cut it
when you look around…
Because logic cannot scream more
Its all up and in your face
that we walk upon a taken land…
and can only call upon His grace
The suffering goes on and on
and good cards they lose when played
But God has raised up His own standard
and we must look to the one who saves.
If heart and home seek perpetual peace
Do not be a fool or Idealist
because His brides true home
is NOT this LOT
and only eternity will deal it.
99 years are worth a penny
and Satan fights little against the lost
be careful what you give for ante
because this world is not worth the cost.
Maybe I needed to learn how to fight
Or maybe I needed to learn how to trust.
Maybe it had nothing to do with me
or maybe it did.
Maybe it was an assignment for another
and maybe they needed it most.
Maybe I thought I had nothing to offer
and I couldn’t see past my own nose.
Maybe I needed to be patient
or maybe I needed to charge.
but maybe You had many plans
and maybe I had none.
Maybe I dont know what I’m doing
But maybe You do.
I’m Just a girl
I’m just a mother
Give them strength when they need it most
and even before that.
I have tried to stop the rain
But You work within our pain
Teach them like I couldnt
and fill my many holes
I call those voids my failures
But I know that its You…
that will guard their souls.
I don’t know what You’re doing
but You know everywhere I’ve been
I cannot hear sharply what you are saying
But you know every word I’ve said
You’re word it is sufficient
Infallible to any test
But I cant see you here in front of me
and You don”t speak like all the rest
Infallable to any test