Poetry

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Who do you see when you look at me, is it but too far?

To acknowledge a change by a higher power in the person that you are?


Why are my eyes so filled with tears, why do the burdens flow?

Why must people pretend to be, when God will always know?


Why do we put on a face, of happiness without fail?

When we know that the signs will surely show, this is not a fairy tale.


Dancing shoes amidst the shore of a sea of damning souls.

Pebbles rub between your toes as your lips become as coals.


Words come out between the fire of the rage within your heart.

Torment shades the oceans waves as the storm begins to start.


Burrowing clouds hide the midst of the rain that begins to fall.

Will you die in this density or will you beckon to the call?



When abroad the ship does sail as the drops make slight noise.

Oh, but behind the mask lies a great masquerade of dilapidated poise.



Come hither unto me so that my eyes may glance upon thy face.

A soul longing for that complete unwavering love with haste.



At once I was there to lead the way, a hand to guide the sail.

A soul I reached and pulled to shore, saving them from hell.




Oh but truth we see, God?s words He speaks to the wise.

A soul so often longing to be rent the veil from their eyes.



An ambassador for Christ we must be on this short journey.

He came to earth to die for our sins to set the captive free.



Behind the face that too many often choose to wear.

A soul is reaching out with burdens they can no longer bare.



Will they come unmasked? Will the truth set them free?

Ask yourself will you help lead them to liberty?



When the clock strikes midnight and the party is over here.

Will your covering be enough to keep you in the clear?



Dancing shoes amidst the hour of the clock running out of time.

Will you be unmasked by midnight, or will you be left behind?

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