Serated Cacophony of the Heart

Do you honestly think I will bow down?

to fate? to stereotype? to the all that’’s considered natural?

Do you think that I’m weak? A joke in your eyes?

A singularity of points in all your deluded plans,

Do you honestly think I’d consider defeat?….

Considering the power given to me,

by a force greater than you?

For the floods you make are nothing…

a roar of a lion, a whimper of the weak,

All things I ask have all been fulfiled

A blessing granted, a debt paid in full,

Don’t think I’m scared of you,

For you’re just the same….

a jackal with it’s tail between it’s leg

a head marked with defeat, a pariah of the True Victor.

                    1.

In this unending of nights I walk,

Down the usual tenemants

of the usual strongholds,

this same pointless  pandemonioum of thoughts….

attrocity shows of memories repeated and repeated,

To walk in the light seems hard, if not impossible….

but still, amidst all strife in my brains…

the Lord looks after me,

A weird  kind of optimism to declare,

a stab at the dark,a thrust out of

the ironclad gates of hell,

Perhaps it is, only that all of it is worth while….

For I am weak, a worm that’s

been brought up to be king,

This is my rebellion

against the the natural,

For behind me is the Lord of all Lords!

The creator of all infinity, Our Abba Father!!

To think a wretch like me,

A fool, a simpleton in all degrees,

could be restored to this

present state of perfection,

Don’t you think He’ll to the same to you?

Oh ye outcast of all outcasts? Oh ye unpure of all’s that corrupt?

And to think that this world matters…

It doesn’t! For it’s  mere dust in the wind,

For the only thing that remains is the Word,

the decree of freedom and life,

a release from eternal torments and fear.

                      2.

These is nothing to be confessed…..

For whatever that has struck me

will not be the breaker of my bones,

Eternal protection that’s been alreafy sanctioned,

the thing that keeps me strong,

the thing that keeps me growing,

Whatever barriers in front me,

I will certainly ram them all down,

For the strength of the Lord is

like new blood hot and flowing,

the power over life’s equation,

a mere ant mound kicked to the air.

A momentary rest in routines,

in the com lab….in a state of ease,….

individual lives intersect for the moment,

one does his work, one goofs around in idleness,

You can asume a lot in the first glance,

a parsing diagnosis…all seemed fine on the surface

but look in deeper in their lives…

a state of unease, a state of  fragmetary bliss

an uneasy balance struck at the  gun point of rising tides,

But for all diffrences in view,

a common bond is no doubt there,

a need for a centre,

a kingdom for an absolute

One thing in relevance, to outshine it all

I shall fear not….

For I do know that the guns,

shall  always be drawn

against those who believe,

Those loose lips that comment,

Those blind eyes that judge,

But whatever the case,

may it be reminded that

you are already in safe in His name….

a calm amidst the huricane,

A power of balance that transcends  even zen,

For the world seeks their peace

aminst the loose wreckage of material trash,

Let it be known… that our roots are unequaled in absolutes,

the tendrils of the Word burrows deep within,

like the mangrove root  to the muddy soil,

through every storm on earth we shall ride through,

but it is  in the Lord that I will remain as one.

For every principality of the enemy has already been laid to waste

The devil defeated, the laughing stock amidst the sons of the Father

What more can I ask? this song of  all songs, this  cry of absolute Victory!