The Brave Coward Inside

Insecure… Need a cure… Need to endure I want to be pure I’m just so unsure Inside, I must endure My words, at times, injure My sins are so impure Mercy makes us feel sure Lured in by the insecurities and pride in the mirror Humility needs to be my inner-tour All my past in a blur… Cowardly bravery is my haunting nightmare… Scared out of wits up in here I shouldn’t have any fear Or shed a single tear Let happiness and hope appear Let the car of time and effort steer Us away from being ran over by negativity ear by ear It’s as if I can’t hear…I need some cheer to get me through many fears I hold on to so dear I see wandering thoughts like a fast-paced deer Throughout the woods of warmth and coldness..much like the river of Aphradere Is there a cure to my present moment? Is my questions ever relevant? Am I Your chosen one so significant? Why would I be nothing when You’re here with me this instant? Where would I be without You to the highest extent? Maybe I doubt too much and I need your hopefulness and repent for all I’ve done in the past — but, all is remnant Because God forgives me, so I must let go of guilt and make it evanescent I have been ignorant — I apologize, oh Lord of Accord — humble me and let me do good to others always to a certain extent… Or, like You, all the time spent… Because God loves all and that’s what matters most and that’s how it always went… Simply, I’m content… Life is bleak I am weak I can’t speak Release my beak… I am a bird of liberty that I seek Release my beak… I can speak… I am not weak Death is bleak Words won’t overwhelm me anymore — Words that let me down to the core We are all a flock of birds, fluttering in hopefulness restored and what’s in store Because I look forward to a Kingdom and what for? You may ask me…hm, because I am spiritually in want for more