Peace is My Weapon You want to fight? Good. Go ahead. I wont stop you infact I wont lift a finger to help you. You there, huff and puff while I sit in the shade watching the clock go tick, tick, tick. Not done? Good. Let me then lay a little in the sun tell me when you are done playing the Hun. Tell me when you are ready to take up peace and bury the poison in your heart, so we can have a clean start.
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Harvesting In Crisis
Harvesting In Crisis Are you in a crisis or are you in a harvest? Your crisis can be somebody's harvest. What you did will expose you. Did you keep the faith set a good foundation? Hard Times are here, They come to expose you. They will tell you the truth, reveal the true you. What will you see in your mirror? Do you see strength or Do you see waste? Will you make it through, last long enough, so you and all you do may gather for the harvest?
I Can Only Imagine
I Can Only Imagine I can only Imagine all the pain you went through all the doubts that defeated you when you needed to fight that's when you withdrew and life continued to remind you the only way to survive is to be true to you. I can only imagine how great the burden was bent double from wretched sobs of loss and despair. I can only imagine how alone you felt there were many but not that one friend who could give you a hand no judging just to understand that you were weak foolish yes, but not a freak or abomination. I can only imagine how you struggled to stay alive not knowing how to survive the greatest blow you ever received. How even now you don't know how how much grace you can allow because nothing can ever be the same.
Smile Through Them Tears
Smile Through Them Tears Yes, I know it hurts, I know you are raw from being beaten too long and too much. I know you are stiff already set in the grave your lips refuse to move when you are at the edge of the cliff. I know the rain has left you to gallivant somewhere else to bless and bring success to somebody else. I know you can't stop them anymore. So cry if you want to let it flow down and cover your view of possibilities. Get it all out, who knows, it may stop the drought and the doubts. Then maybe you can go about the business you came here to do.
While Your Heart Breaks
While Your Heart Breaks While your heart breaks I must take this shovel and keep digging. While that tear drops I must sit atop my mound of clay chip away at the decay of immorality left by those who blunder in the name of crusades. While you are happy that your world is not so unhappy I will carve my joy from dirt. While you pray for us to find our way we will dig a path way trench. While you feel blessed to come from the west I dig my feet on the mountain side to find my peace when I face that test. While you feel priviledged know that I will still survive.
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