I've known the cold. I've held the faded and the empty. I've spent a lifetime getting up off my knees, but is it the whisper of fate? Is this the crucible that tempered me? Sometimes I'm thinking that I have had my head in the clouds; praying to the wrong sky. Sometimes I turn … Continue reading Praying To The Wrong Sky
Tag: prayer
Dying
If I touch you, can I heal you? If I reach you, will you hear? If I speak with words of comfort, will it take away your fear? If I lay down on your death bed, hold your hand just for a while, will you rise up to walk with me, or pass on with … Continue reading Dying
Praying For Angels
Strength, we work for it, we pray for it; to get us through another day fraught with circumstances stacked against us. Yet there is no strength for this, no prayer that could leave our lips that would delay the coming of each singular end. We are born of the crackling fire. Sparks sent … Continue reading Praying For Angels
That Moment of Supplication
Jesus handed me the bread and said, "This is my Body." Jesus handed me the wine and smiled, "This is my Blood" and then He passed me a new promise, said He loved us all so much. Tempted - He denied the enemy, then He was crucified for me and suffered like no other, … Continue reading That Moment of Supplication
Spiritual Warfare
You know it ain't right, standing on top our your life, looking down on yourself and everyone else. Living on borrowed time and sacred promises, that all that's left is what you can eat, burn and fuck. Ignoring all the signs that you've sold your soul, as that need to feed consumes you whole. … Continue reading Spiritual Warfare
Rain Rolls Down
She's not alright tonight, the passion's gone and she's burned out. Gave up the right to fight and she's blaming Him for how it turned out. 'Cause when the party's over and the moment's just a memory, when the sun has set, she feels so alone. She can't forgive herself, so how could He? … Continue reading Rain Rolls Down