We are just a barrel of monkeys
We are together
We bind our selves
and build forces
but the lid pops open
and a child turns
the barrel upside down

We stick together
One falls
two
three.
and soon we all hit the ground
And our bond is broken

We don’t know what to do

We soon realize
We cannot move on our own...
we need outside forces

We look up
there He is
with joy and compassion
in His eyes
The Father here to pick
us up one by one
Naming our name as
He pick us up

We are now put back
not in the barrel
We are now a strand
because
A strand of three cords
Is not easily broken

Jail Break
You are that feeling of pain
We can not describe

Our understanding of You
is that of a child
who has been sent to his room
for breaking the rules

We try to find You
In the crevices of the jail cell
We have put ourselves into
Searching yet forgetting
The lock is on the inside
Not even sealed

We hear you clanking
On the bars
but we dont answer
too scared to get outside
We just sit and stare
Wishing there was a way out

We try to deny
Your presence at the bars
but you are
...undeniable

We run from corner to corner
trying to escape
but we are too caught up
trying to get out
we forget that you are there
Because you are
...Omni-present

We have created our own prison
and cant even
figure a way out

We try to be
our own god
of this prison cell
But you are I AM
We are not God
We did not create
what can never be destroyed
We did not heal
We did not raise from the dead
We did not
We can not
and will never
Sanctify

WE ARE NOT GOD

You are
-- I AM


Blood-Stained Note


Untitled

With each stroke Of this pin Another part of me dies. A part of me that I never wanted anyone to know about But each new stitch is a new part in this dreadful timeline
called my self righteousness. I need someone to undo The holes I have made And fill them whole Fill them With something That is never failing Something that will never die