Be Bold

Be bold, I tell myself through whispers of driven reinforcement…
Reassuring myself that His might is as high as the mountains
He told me to be not deceived by the wickedness and resentment
Feel me, relief from grief…pouring forth such insane fountains

Succumbed to underestimations
Show me the way, self-innovations
I don’t believe in coincidences anymore…
I have faith God gives us blessings and more

Kill me with the thrill of the rain, 
Pitter-pattering on the windowsill 
Let me first catch my thinking train……………
Oh, you’ll see right through me still

Hey, maybe today, I can give you a single promise that will come true
Let me go flow with your passionate sway and paint me baby blue
I am in a cycle of confusion, but you give me a few reasons to still hold on 
I can’t even comprehend the uncanny words you say as I senselessly run

Intrigued and discouraged by your hideous hate’s incantation on me,
Spinning and turning like ghouls of the frightful night…blinding the curtains of light…
Epically revealing to you my muses and bruises that won’t set me free
I live to give…I don’t get to have regret...but, not everything is clearly black and white!

Open up the doors of my cranium and heart…be my one and only pure-good fuel…
Inside is a black widower, weaving his web coherently and efficiently
Rip away the sly, vile darkness like magazine ads on the table that aren’t beneficial 
See the me I want you to see and listen to the pleas of afraid humanity 

Indoctrinated in indiscernible, indescribable intelligence 
Show me the narrow path, not the path to His jealous, yet zealous wrath 
I don’t believe in the lies that society blurts out in ignorance
I have a gut feeling that the fight towards peace will be one long bath 

Fill me with the will of the Word, 
Oh so flattering and delightful to the ears 
Let me, lastly, take action like a cage-free bird, 
Taking flourishing flight for so many years

Succumbed to underestimations
Show me the way, self-innovations
Mummified by possible opportunities
Just let me embrace righteous liberties…
Please…
It’s the only way to put me at ease

He told me freely 
To be justly bold
Do you feel me?
His voice warm, not cold

Give me relief from grief…
Even if it’s brief…
I will not steal others’ joy like a thief…
Instead, let me drift away like a leaf
Into His hands…
Into His loving, gentle hands…
Into beautiful lands…
That even my mind can’t fathom
Yeah, even my heart and soul, once numb...

Remember this before I make a leave, please…
Be bold, I tell myself through whispers of driven reinforcement…caught cheerily in the blessed breeze…

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