a mess of melodies—making noise
inside my ears on both sides
of my head—taking
what tomorrow might have been
and making it something new,
something different.
thoughts, a mess.
fears, a test.
yet, my hope is in the next
bright tomorrow, whether it be
a mess of battles lost, or victories.
sorrows run so often deep, the joys throughout
are what keep
me here on my knees,
so still,
yet so terribly in need
of being a mess
for future glory.
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A mess of battles, a mess of loss. A mess of a person at the foot of a cross.
Who ends their thoughts and ends their deeds, all for someone they truly need.
But pledge to know in mind alone and in their end we see what's sown.
Free will is a gift and a curse, a blessing for the righteous and plague for the worst.
Does your darkness pierce your side, or does it set comfortably deep inside?
Is the thought of God one of joy and bliss, or tormenting snake that waits to hiss?
If you know the One of grace and love than why do you struggle with what you've done?
Did not the nails that pierced your Savior's hands, break your heart to similar strands?
A thought alone is a plague of mind, a nail on a cross with no hand to bind.
But if you mean to define an image, do not stop at simply a visage.
Look to know His mind and will, then your conscience He will still.
If you still mean to know your God, search until your will is gone.
Sorry if it doesn't make sense... not the best writer... just thought it would be fun to write in this format...
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