Pride, damaged so many times it only keeps growing, stubbornly in charge; it preserves its strength.
Despair, losing hope in this weakening self-efficiency, confused where to turn, I turn in circles, waiting.
Fear, gripping the inside of my soul, planting lies weeding their way through, appearing everywhere
Despair confuses the heart where to plant Trust, to eliminate the growing weeds convincing it not to;
Fertilized by Fear, counting on past experiences to enlighten further misguided discoveries,
Laughing with glee time after time moments are interpreted by Pride and Despair to spin their intent.
Distraction from the destined end of a soul, excuses for more time are pleaded. More time to readjust.
Must the three separate? These the world thrives off, despite the destruction of the individual.
How is it so easy for the oppressed, desperate and endangered to void of their company?
Trust they place in Him who speaks their language and shows truth, deception reaches not, unity thrives
So weak is Pride, Despair and Fear, they quickly shove them away and pluck their roots.
But I, I don't know what to do with them, the games we've played worked for me
Foundation, organization, structure; never were essentials, I was in control and wanted different.
Pride nurtured as a child grows into society, Fear popping up as Despair settled in resting in deep.
Dandelions really, so simple to enjoy with no knowledge, no constraints; easy to blow off.
Or so it was said. Frustration spurted, Anger rose up with deeper, stronger roots, he will not let go.
As each are pulled and yanked, tensions in the soul cause them to cry for rest; cry for time.
But as time is given, weeds grow taller and sturdier, deeper in the foundational philosophies.
I've let them grow, now shading me from the light I need, from the rest in love I crave,
The water of life is diminished to non-sustainable amounts whenever it reaches me, Despair.
How can I consume when the soul is cramped with but Despair, Pride, Fear, Anger and Frustration?
Why can I not grab hold of the one that can replant my wasteland into a garden of peace?
Pride, Fear, Despair, Anger and Frustration have created Confusion and False Security.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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