Thursday, February 26, 2015

Are You Afraid?

"You're busy living now, aren't you
You're busy making vows
You're coming unglued
Time is shorter than you know
The light is blinding to the naked eye, so why don't you take
Steps away from being alone, I swear, it's not to late for you"
                                                     ~Underoath


Are you Afraid?

Look a hypocrite.
Look someone that has two sides. 
They are both black and gray. 
A man or woman diving into the fray.
  
Are you afraid?
Is anything worthy of looking up to?  
Is there a fear that is able to be used for good? 
Somebody is watching. 

Can we escape the whispers we use as a crutch? 
Are our opinions a secret revealed to anyone? 
Someone is watching.  
Someone never leaves,  even when we wish He would. 

My possessions and secrets are meaningless.  
My pride does not make me a better man. 
It hurts just to try and make it on my own. 
Someone is there,  someone is watching.

During the times when we think we are alone.
During the moments where hope is lost and fear of the world takes hold. 
During the fears we wish to hide. 
Someone is there, no matter what type of love you are showing. 

Who is watching? 
Who are you giving your fear to? 
Whose respect makes you whole? 
Shut the world and fear the Love of the one who never fails. 

I shout and scream
I dance and sing
I look up and then look down 
And at the end I am never alone. 

I respect the one deserves respect. 
I love the loveless and fear True love. 
Fear is respect when done out of reverence. 
My life is better when I look up and not around. 

Give into Love and give into hope. 
Make me a man who fears the one who is watching. 
I am never alone even when I am alone. 
And I am lost but always have someone who is there. 

Are you afraid? 
Are you fearful of the one who deserves to be feared?
Are you afraid of getting caught when you are alone? 
You should be. 

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Falling Down Past the Floor

By the way you brought me here,
It makes believe the best is yet to come and I don't want to leave.

                                                                       ~Mae
 





~Falling Down Past the Floor~

What is your religion?
What do you curse?
What do you give?
How do you display your love to those around you?

If you receive one hundred prayers how many do you give back?
When you must collect from the people, do you ever overcharge?
Is it all about your prosperity?
Or do you wish it to be about another?

Giving back and giving more than I want to give.
To stay the same or change my ways to fulfill your will, not mine. 
Giving till I am blue in the face.
Turning gifts to riches by the grace of love and tithe. 

Nothing is ours.
Nothing exists without Love.
Look past your pride and selfishness.
Look past your own eyes to see the others who need. 

When we go down, and hit the ground.
It is so hard to get back up.
When we go down past the floor.
It is so hard to give when we have nothing. 

If you have nothing to give,
Give more.
If you have nothing to give,
You have more than you think.

Give with a selfless heart.
Cleanse your mind and give understanding. 
Worshiping prosperity does not give you happiness.
Give and give even when it seems nothing is coming back.

What is your religion? 
Do your grasp on to what is not yours?
What is your religion?
Selflessness and faithfulness giving and blessing. 
What is your religion?
Is it what you hold onto and what you do not give back?

Nothing is ours, so give it away.
Blessings come, so give it back.
Nothing is ours, so give it away.
Blessings can come and light your way.
And it is our job not to let it placate the ego in the fray. 
But to continue to give to love and hold nothing back. 

What is your religion?
What do you believe?
What are you becoming?
For the way you give and the way you receive hold more truth than what you keep.
And where you stay.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

This Fire Likes to be Water

That's a love that, cant be broken,
That's the sting of a, heart cut open,
That's the thing about, blind devotion,
That's a love that, can't be broken
                                           ~Twin Forks 


                                              This Fire Likes to be Water

Baptize me with fire and water.
Wash me clean and burn me free.
Let the water wash over my soul.
Cover my sins with fire and bring me to a place where my obedience longs for only you.

Is it strange that I believe while I doubt?
Is it strange that I want both fire and water?
Is my strength determined by my own understanding?
Is my strength anchored by your Holy name? 

I have water in my blood and fire in my soul.
I have flesh that covers my spirit and I long for the other side.
I have sins that seem divine, and sins that put me in the ground.
I have an underlying agenda to be a better man than the man I have been before. 

I want to crucify myself and bleed until I am dry.
I want to be nailed to a cross and cry out to God.
My God,  oh my God,  why did you forsake me.
My God,  oh my God baptize my blood.

Set me on fire my Lord and make me be a light that burns for the sea.
Baptize me and you will hear a man that runs to see.
More and more the ice becomes water.
By using the fire to melt the cold to cleanse the soul by water and flame. 

Baptize me with water and fire.
Wash me clean and burn me free.
I stand by the ocean and I breathe in the life.
Salt in the wound that cleanses me.

I stand at the edge.
I stand in the tide.
I want to feel the waves washing over the pain.
I drown in the water to baptize my blood.

Life doesn't take a backseat to belief.
And my life doesn't destroy my love because I am obedient to a King.
My obedience makes me strong.
It energized my mind to jump start the love that is in my heart. 

Crucify me and let me feel longing.
Make my mind, body, and soul a sacrifice to love.
Use this baptism to make me realize all I need is you.
Please Lord, guide my eyes into the sea.

Set flames to the ocean so that I may be cleansed by both fire and water.
Set the world on fire with obedience unlike any other.
May my world be the beacon that guides ships through the sea.
May my world be a living baptism for the one who gave it all for me. 

Baptize me with fire and water.
Wash me clean and burn me free. 
Let the water wash over my soul.
Cover my sins with fire and bring me to a place where my obedience longs for only you.




Sunday, February 1, 2015

So Far Things Seem to be Working Out

"Awake in this cold cell I, I just hope you're happy
Awake in this cold cell I break my body against the wall
Awake in this cold cell... I am my only devil
Why can't I be you and put those hands away
I go through this everyday"
                                                          ~Further Seems Forever


So Far Things Seem to be Working Out



I am bound by flesh. 
I am a faker
I am a phony
I am a hypocrite.

My life is bound by human desire. 
Taken from my eyes,  to my head,  and never my heart. 
I listen to my own understanding. 
I listen to me,  myself,  and I.

So far things seem to working out. 
I am a man with minimal struggle. 
And minimal success. 
I am getting by and that's okay.

Some man behind a pulpit keeps telling me to pray. 
He keeps telling me this Jesus is the only way. 
Well, that is all fine and dandy.
Hell seems far more fun than those clouds you claim as free. 

I am bound by flesh. 
I am a faker. 
I am a phony. 
I am a hypocrite.

My life is bound by limited understanding.  
Taken by my world. 
Subjected to death.
Looking through eyes that glass over at night. 

Things are not right. 
My once happy life has taken a turn towards the ground. 
I keep having this nagging feeling and pulling around my chest. 
Something seems missing.

Some man behind the pulpit tells me I need to fill this feeling. 
I tried to do so. 
Philosophy,  education,  I tried it all. 
But all the knowledge in my head does not seem to seep into my chest. 

I am bound by flesh. 
I am a faker. 
I am a phony. 
I am a hypocrite
.
Today a friend of mine passed away.
He died from a broken heart. 
The surgery did not work. 
Yet,  the man behind the pulpit says he is in a better place.

I am told to fill my life with Jesus and love.
I am told to go and be a light. 
How do I shine when I am dead?
How do I fill up my life with a man I cannot see?

I am bound by flesh. 
I am a faker. 
I am a phony. 
I am a hypocrite.

I guess I am dead. 
My body is in the ground,  yet I am still conscious. 
I look up and I see my friend rejoicing and singing. 
The clouds look more like a city. 

A city that is never lonely.
Down here I am floating.
In a river run by a man causing me to rethink my desires. 
All I wish for now is water. 
All I wish for is another chance to live not for power.