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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Music is so full of love, of sadness, of anger, of joy. Music helps to calm you, to excite you, to help you live life. Music is serenity, and wisdom and power, Music is all that I need on a lonely day. The rhythm of the Music, swallows up my pain, the sound of the instruments acts like a natural painkiller, soothing, easing, holding me tight till I can't feel no more. The lyrics speak to me in a way that no one can, in explosions of sound, with no purpose, but it helps me move on. Nobody can reach me but the artists I hear, everyday. With their words of truth, their words of inspiration, their words of . . . dependance? Yes. That is all it is. Dependance. Dependance on the beats, the words, the shell of sound, that surrounds my pathetic life. My life is in the hands of someone else. Someone with control of my strings. Pulling me away from myself, from my parents, from God. All it takes is this knife. One cut, and the strings are gone. Well maybe two. Or three. By the time I finish, I'm a mess, worse off than before. Satan's got control. I try to hide the scars that remind me, of what I have to lose. I cover them up with the dark. I don't want the secrets exposed. But... God sees through the darkness. He sees past my insecurities, past my weaknesses, past my sin. He grabs hold, and never lets go. He leads me out of the darkness, and toward the light. He shows me the way, the way out of the pain, the struggle for breath, as I get swallowed up by the smothering evil of sin. He is there to catch me, when I fall down, and pulls me to my feet, ready to battle through another day, week, month, year. Waiting, and waiting, for someone to rescue me. But He has already come. He's been here, waiting, for me, as I wait for him. His name is Jesus, and He's here to stay.
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