Dieing to be Seen
Time and time again, I am told what
I am by those who know nothing about me
The anger rises, and I have felt this all my life
I struggle with things to control this, but
I have never felt so close to the One who saved me.
Things seem ridiculous to me, so I state it, because
The First Amendmant gives me the right, just as the
First Amendmant give everyone else the right, but
Maybe my subconscience is dieing to see a curiosity of
Love, maybe some way to understand why I am upset
When in the end my expectations are met, and nothing changes.
Longing to be proven wrong, giving small opportunities to
See things differently and all I get is the same rhetoric of
Complaints while they try to find specific scriptures to quote
In their defense, when they miss the point, that we are the same.
I say what I believe, and when it is not with the trend, I am wrong
Yet I find beauty in still keeping my eyes focused on you God
Wish what I want, I will not find it in human beings, yet I am not perfect
I have faults, just as everyone else does, but because I stand against
The grain, I have noticed the spotlight is on me by others, but still
Feel the peace of God inside of me, so the only answer is continuing on.
I have a long way to go, to rid this anger inside of me, I cover all areas
To be sure I am understood, but one's interpretation seems to be more
Important then imperical facts, so what is the use? Forgive me God if
I am being self-loathing, I do not see it as loathing, just a tiny place in
Time that I need for ventalation, I feel like a saint of old days, torn by
My conscience, and the trendiness of the established Church, but in ending
It is once said, "Live and Let Die."
Joe
Time and time again, I am told what
I am by those who know nothing about me
The anger rises, and I have felt this all my life
I struggle with things to control this, but
I have never felt so close to the One who saved me.
Things seem ridiculous to me, so I state it, because
The First Amendmant gives me the right, just as the
First Amendmant give everyone else the right, but
Maybe my subconscience is dieing to see a curiosity of
Love, maybe some way to understand why I am upset
When in the end my expectations are met, and nothing changes.
Longing to be proven wrong, giving small opportunities to
See things differently and all I get is the same rhetoric of
Complaints while they try to find specific scriptures to quote
In their defense, when they miss the point, that we are the same.
I say what I believe, and when it is not with the trend, I am wrong
Yet I find beauty in still keeping my eyes focused on you God
Wish what I want, I will not find it in human beings, yet I am not perfect
I have faults, just as everyone else does, but because I stand against
The grain, I have noticed the spotlight is on me by others, but still
Feel the peace of God inside of me, so the only answer is continuing on.
I have a long way to go, to rid this anger inside of me, I cover all areas
To be sure I am understood, but one's interpretation seems to be more
Important then imperical facts, so what is the use? Forgive me God if
I am being self-loathing, I do not see it as loathing, just a tiny place in
Time that I need for ventalation, I feel like a saint of old days, torn by
My conscience, and the trendiness of the established Church, but in ending
It is once said, "Live and Let Die."
Joe
