When tragedy strikes,
what happens to you?
Do you roll yourself up in
bubble wrap,
box yourself in
and pray that no one finds you?
or do you b-R-e-A-K
into a million pieces
and let others pick you up?
Reality feels like cork,
I push, will it to go and
stay T
d O
N
o
w d
N l
u
o
but it W
...I play zigzags
with it in the water,
and it still Refuses to
S
i
n
k
I am Numb.
And I try so hard to remind myself
This isn't about me,
not at all.
The regrets are still there,
the could'ves of life
You try to make sense of the tragedy
and still feel like floating up there
with the truth
Because even if the truth is dense and heavy,
it can defy gravity,
much like my tears
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Don't box yourself in
To follow the way of sin
Don't box yourself in
Let Jesus give you peace within.
Repent, confess and forsake the wrong
Submit yourselves to Him and He'll make you strong
With faith in Jesus, you can make it through the burdens you have to bear
For He alone will show you how because for you the Lord does care.
There is no dark of night or light of day
Where you can go the hide yourselves from Him, so-
Don't box yourselves in to a world of living without the Lord.
Just trust Him daily; His Will to do; His Word, commands to obey
And He will always be with you and never let you stray from the path of
righteousness and the Divine Holy Way.
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