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Reliance

Lord why is it that, When I am behind foreign lines I cling to you as if Im running out of time Meditating on your words as is if it was the only antidote to my curse And even though the unknown land is uneasy and my earthly sense of security may no longer exist It is your voice which becomes the softest kiss and your releaving words become an addiction I can not resist So when waves of anxious worries try to persist I must use my 5 senses, to feel your presence, Because, The fear of losing sight of you and not being focused Is so horrific I do not grit my teeth and clinch my fist Instead I get on my knees and to you I submit I see kids dying to be seen Saying daddy "watch me!", Constantly There are, People making a declaration with their clothes or beliefs Screaming out of desperation "I am here, look at me!" We all crave this attention It why we make big scenes But there is this realization That we were made to seek A constant confirmation We're alive and been seen The only complication That allows us to sink Is the clear distraction when we start to think That our peers accept-ion Is all that we we need Cant you see, This goes back to Adam and Eve We were built with a longing To Have a strong Identity And be in the center of the ring Having the splendor of the king Christ offers us those things And he is more than willing But we keep declining, though He waits for us, in his quiet place He shows his many faces in so many different places He paces out outside of our door way As we race through our days thats why we forget to communicate But When We simply pray And contimplate his words We take the negative and turn it into a positive verse A plain reminder we need to put him first

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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