We are prefixed to save face,
So good names aren’t abased,
Cookie cutters with no defects...
The hurtful demand respect.
I’ll tell you my testimony,
If it will not cause me shame,
As long as I gain,
accolades and fame.
My REAL truth...
might make me look real strange,
And if I can be honest...
Dangerous and deranged.
This freedom we speak of,
it comes from the scriptures,
I don’t live it,
But I’ll say...
“AMEN”...
To paint you a sold picture.
I can fool the lot of you,
with pretty shades and bright hues,
But discernment shows my colors,
all muddy and confused.
I place grudges in a candy jar,
In the corner of my heart,
There is nothing sweet about them,
They taste bitter from the start.
I’ll hold hands with the lost and the found,
And act like we share some common ground.
But really, I can’t see...
How the lost are found...
And how the found are free...
And how the free know Jesus,
As the creator of “me”.
So I suffer in silence,
But often hope that I can share,
My “Christian Love” wrapped...
In spiritual anguish and despair.
Will they catch on?
Do they know....
That my soul feels empty,
Sitting at, zero?
If I join many groups...
If I lead with many names...
Then MAYBE I can keep,
My air tight reputation....
I’ve just got to play the game.