The Human Condition

I walk this world with the cover of a ghost The one I asked to be my host A link to a world I can not see A way for you to be apart of me With every free gift there is a condition This messenger is sent to carry out your mission Some days I wish to ignore and savor the temptations of life But there you are to quench my thirst with a piercing knife Some days I wish to rip it from my skin Regretting the day I ever let you in Some days I wish to revel in my desires Willing to stand up and scream Hell to the fire A voice creeps through the selfishness and greed "Never will leave or abandon my child, for through me you will find all that you need" I fall to the floor in sweet surrender Thanking the Lord above for my Savior