Betrayal cuts shapes deep within, It’s thoughts linger on reply of what you think should of been.
And it’s all to easy to say forgive when your not the one that still has the blade in your skin.
And the things we can’t control that stir up reactions that push past logic and dive into our soul.
And how many are out there wandering and searching for release of the disjointed emotions that try to hide.
They hide until its too late.
Until they are triggered.
Until it’s time to be stirred up in a fight.
Until words are said that start the cycle in another life.
And then who is to blame when the one with the blade in their skin just inflicted the injustice on someone else is that how they win?
The hurting, hurting the hurting, hurting the hurting and the cycle goes on, wanting to get off that show ride but bumping into another persons pride: and the intellect of man that wants to diagnose so that it can prescribe, so that it can say I am right I have my facts to decide.
And the medical wards seem cold and bland. White washed walls make the place look sterilized but is that really what it’s like in the minds… of the afflicted, the constricted and the restricted. Words pushed down, upon words, upon words. Institutionalized faces, so used to being told that they don’t try and leave when there is an open door, scared of coping in the world, at least in those hell holes someone knows they are alive.
But he cries over their broken minds.
His passion for their affliction I can’t begin to describe.
He sees the way they have been disrespected, rejected, tormented.
Treated as less because there minds don’t comply to some ideals that society expects, why?
And the special gifts he has placed in their hearts,
the ones the enemy has used for torment and turned against them inside.
The creatives, the inventors, the prophets, the ones that see, the ones that want to make the world how it could be in realty.
Be free now to explore, be free from the traps you felt before.
And climb the great heights designed for you to explore.
Torment replaced with peace from above, abundance in good thoughts rained down in his love.
And from the low be lifted high, from the darkness light will shine.
And its not over, its a new beginning your heart is being restored.
Can your heart hear whispers in the night, where the inspired thoughts take flight?
And have you shared the dreams that the dreamers dream at night only to find that the dream catchers try to lock them up tight?
Who are the dream stealers that try to put out the passion in your heart, the ones that say your crazy the ones that have lost sight of your part.
Not trying, not dreaming, not hoping in a world that is crying out, to me is the real tragedy, waiting on permission to be who your meant to be and missing out on new adventures for all to see.
So lift your eyes and look to the one who gives you authority, take hold of the keys that he has for you to release you into your destiny.
And it’s ok to be different and it’s ok not to fit in the box, I think that’s why God made artists to disturb the structured lot.
So dream up better words into the world, give your heart permission to be free, don’t make decisions on the opinions of man, just put your hand in mine and put your trust in me.
