It’s too early for me to be doing this in my teens
Smoking greens
Bud in my genes
Subliminal thoughts will be blown into smithereens
Skip the all bull and take me straight to the scene
Where another teen
Does the same routine
At least this time he lays peaceful and clean
He use to be as sweet and shiny like a tangerine
He’s only fifteen
But this has been foreseen
There was love and hate and he was caught in between
Lord forgive my selfish reasons of doubt
I feel burned from the light and dread from the drought
But before my light goes out
Please tell me what this is all about
I’m on my knees begging the lord please
Let me ease take away my disease
I appreciate the breeze that you send to me
Waving on the trees and brushing the sea
I’ve displeased and sneezed out sin
But you bless me still and fill me in
I wrestled with life and almost was pinned
But I was saved by you and the kindness of wind
Brush my face and ruffle my hair
I’ll know it’s a sign that you are there
I won’t know for sure until I’m accepted upstairs
But until then for now just hear my prayers
Caring and sparing, you mean the best
I know you understand I am only depressed
With my mouth many times I have confessed
You make me whole and my life blessed
Waking up from things that seemed so askew
But now I’m through
I only live for you
Chapters in my life will now be anew
Your hand alone sucks out my flue
I’ll be subdue
To being blue
But with your guidance I know what to do
I don’t need to drink, fight or use
I see your views
And won’t refuse
Between love and hate it’s you I choose
- Author: Rob (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 23rd, 2010 19:02
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments1
It is fascinating, since you choose the Lord, and by contrast He declares He chooses whom He saves, and all the more so, seeing you are resigned to being blue. Styled as a prayer, it is something to tread softly in,....a sorrowful confused cry to be saved, though almost with a touch of humor, that is dampened by the inescapable depression.....your closing is hopeful, and correctly you don't "need to drink, fight or use...." but rather need His salvation and grace to obey His Word. I hope I have not been at all unkind or offensive in what I've said.
I don't take any offense. It's just me writing another poem... I really can't wait for you to read what I have in store for tomorrow though.
Oh goodee! I can hardly wait!
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