Friday, October 19, 2012

Box of Shame

I'm trapped inside this temptation.
This box of sin in which I can't escape.
I try to unleash some type of revelation.
Some type of power I thought I could emulate.

But as much as I try and try, I seem to come up short.
And I write down all the mistakes to create some type of report.
A journal to keep, to avoid tripping over the same things.
But it's like my phone is set to silent and yet all it does is rings.

I seem to be at a point of hiding my shame under a rug.
But it is accumulating to the point where I can't even fake a shrug.
And I pretend its not mine.
But its built up over time.
Yet I swear its all lies.
Denying my own crimes.

And I can't fight my own battles anymore.
My body is torn up, laying lifeless on the floor.
I couldn't outrun from this place I'm living.
And these four walls starts to cave in.
So I stretch out my arms for one last attempt to fight my own battles.
As I do, I could feel the whole box begin to rattle.

And I figured this is my end, this is my doom.
And all I have is seconds to wonder why so soon.
As I feel like I'm being buried in my own disgrace.
I feel the box began to implode like some type of earthquake.
And my heart began to quiver in fear.
Who is this voice that I hear

I am here.
I never left.
Do not fear.
I was never upset.
I waited for you to call.
To help win this fight.
But I saw you begin to fall.
So I came to defeat the night.
Did you forget that you were mine?
You seemed to have lost your way on that fine line...

And I knew which fine line He spoke of.
And I recalled His voice.
I seemed to have forgotten the face of love.
It was a regrettable choice.

And as I felt His voice all over me.
I began to feel unexplainable peace.
This love I once knew is the power I thought I controlled.
Foolishly thinking its a power I thought I had on my own.

I got lost in the fine line of my own pride.
When I was in too deep, I began to hide.
But even in the deepest of seas...
You will always find me.
Oh great God.
How You restore my soul.
Oh great God.
There's nothing I want more...
Then to never forget my place.
Right here, in Your arms of grace.





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