Consciousness is telling me
That I should be free
Free to decide, the kind of man I want to be.
Conscience, on the other hand
Is saying that from God I must not flee
At first it will taste bland
But His plan will always be
The best thing for me….
Prodigal and oblivious, I made love with the world.
Paid no heed to Abba Father’s Words
I saw the home God prepared for me as a prison,
So I tasted the poison and basked into a pool of crimson.
Rebellion and seduction filled the cup…
The Engine overheating but we won’t stop.
Giggling, laughing, mocking the One Above
Too late to hit the brake, I killed the dove…..
Tonight I slept with seven
And yet I don’t even have me, myself, and I
Then my heart yearned for the New Heaven
Afraid to be left behind…
The tear that fell from my eye
Are sharper than any goodbye
The end is on my mind….
Deep inside I feel regret
For living a life of so much neglect.
I walked…I talked…I joined a race
But so close to the finish line, I fell flat on my face….
And when life had lost its meaning,
God took the burden and all the beating;
Replaced all the hurt with healing;
Laid before me a new beginning.
God gave me back my missing piece;
He offered love that will never cease;
Hopelessness and Chaos replaced with Peace;
When God told me I am his Masterpiece.
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