Month: December 2025

Grit

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She never loved me back
Guess it was due to something I lack
Will never know because I do not invade
I’ll just remind you I am still in the shade

On this day I love without reservation
As it was what He commanded the nation
So I feel helpless when I think of her
A certain love tearing me up with a stir

But to heal my heart of all this pain
I must give more love away to keep me sane
Hardship comes in waves and I am surfing it
So show me the love you have even with grit

My soul is burning with fostered desire
To smile with delight and let what follows transpire
I was on my way out when she jumped in front of me
Waving her arms around hysterically

So I read her heart and she was so sincere
I felt her pain if any loss were to persevere
It was more pain I could simply bear
Thus I chose to stay and cut my hair

Shade

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I spent my entire life serving God
I will spend it serving Him with laud
The one that touched me so very deeply
Pierced my heart so very sweetly

No one understands this sacrifice I made
They’re in the scorching heat and I am in the shade
I walk with His power and live a life within
They head against me on ice so very thin

Since the power is only His, they always fail
And I am about ready to set sail
For I bore witness to His power firsthand
Wrote the truth and suffered at their hand

Invited

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I can feel your every emotion
In the instant you give the motion
To destroy the evil powers that be
It is amazing how much God loves me

I stand alive amidst the walking dead
They are expecting me to break their bread
I did not come to celebrate the victory
I am pacing with patience outside the rectory

I never wanted or expected immortality
Nothing to do with any morality
Just chosen by God to live and explain
Faith by works without any complain

So I chose you to love and you received
But you never gave back so I felt deceived
But whatever it is about without me can still go on
For I am near the edge to step off, I’ll be gone

What I have received comes at an extreme cost
A branch, an outstretched hand, to the lost
Saying I love you because you are you
Did not know that we were through

Still do not know what it was I did or said
Could be anything, I was once dead
But His Fire consumed what remained of me
Letting Him immerse me in Himself completely

Like wine turned to blood
My heart burst like a flood
Revealing in intricate detail
My very weakness without fail

This flaw you decided made me unworthy
To be in your presence, end of story
Wrapped in His light I walk free
Matters not what you say or do against me

I know where I am going and where I am at
The hope that draws up divinity and not just that
But a renewal of spirit and flesh united
To the highest Heaven we have been invited

Matter

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You have already caused me so much pain
Does not matter because of what I gain
My suffering extends beyond the grave
And I have always said it is love that will save

My hope in the world is in you and what you do
But because of what I wrote which is true
I am rejected out of hand
Despite my outstretched hand

I give myself over to you to deliver
A message of joy and peace with a shiver
To wake you up from your slumber
As I do not have your number