Wake me because I’m dreaming,
Wake me because I’m drowning.
I’m weightless in this empty space,
searching for the popular escape,
searching for my bitter pills…
all the while trying to find my place in this world…my place in this life
“rest… come rest my son…” these words seem like a distant dream
Thrown out years ago as “useless”…. as “childish”
Take your beating
Be mocked & then sleep quietly with nightmares raging throughout your soul
Their must be more then this… I can’t believe this is it…
their must be more then death & taxes; I know their is but the way has become cloudy with a slight chance of failure.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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or perhaps cloudy with a promise of grace... Here's you a short excerpt from 'Oh, Grace' (grp xi) "So thick,
so thick, even I can't get through --
This wall protects the fragile places
in a heart broken too many times,
a spirit bruised too many times,
a soul shattered too many times. Some of us relate. But none of us really know the depths below the thick places like He knows... The Lowly One who rode not in white chariot, who wore not a purple robe, but who came riding upon a foal, the colt of a donkey... The Lowly One who knows every crevices, every deep and hidden place in our hearts... even better than we know them ourselves. May the Lord bless you and keep you. Treava