Sometimes I think of Abraham * How one star he saw had been lit for me * He was a stranger in this land * And I am that, no less than he * And on this road to righteousness * Sometimes the climb can be so steep * I may falter in my steps * But never beyond Your reach
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Fight
Madness sets in like
Doubt
Like, you can't
Know
Anything
is true because, who are you just you're just a little
so-and-so and who do you think you are to think
you can tell you what's what
And the funny thing
Is
you start to believe it firmly.
But madness gotta be
Fought,
Gotta fight it, gotta tell it where to go and where to get off, I got Truth on my side, you old so-and-so so you
Better, that's right, you better run
Gotta go to Jesus, man - go to Jesus, He got, yeah He got the Truth:
Tell the madness what's what
And that
You can KNOW
(Are you LISTENING? Can you HEAR ME?)
You can KNOW!
freedom. love. family. forgiveness. honor. respect. love. grace. love. grace. love.
and the end
of
madness.
I'm not sure where this came from. I started writing and this is what came out. I haven't changed a single word to it, so you can take that for whatever it's worth. I can give no real commentary on it other than it came from thinking about the problem of wallowing in guilt and isolation, a place I would find myself in frequently if I did not embrace the denouement of the piece. I'm not sure why I feel prompted to offer commentary on the piece, either, since I wrote it with no real intent in mind other than to see what came out. Still, here the commentary is, and I suppose it shall remain.
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