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The pain we cause.
Can we make it better
Driving down roads through cold weather
That buffets our faces with the sharp, cold, arrows of our mistakes
What does it mean to be reconciled
Because I refuse to believe the world has to stay broken.
We see glory spoken from the mouths of children
Yet we stand condemning their words as childish ways.
When the storm comes do we face it,
Letting the rain soak our faces,
Letting the wind send it’s droplets like darts into our skin?
Do we embrace the fire that we walk through,
Face the darkest valley we are brought to,
Knowing that they cannot be the end?
Does life have to be dark?
Do breakups have to stay broken and abandoned
What does it mean to deal with the heart ache in a healthy way?
Does it only become a metastasized wound
If they become another name and face we once knew?
How do we let those things die?
The heartache, the abuse
The lies, the blues
Do we have to stay confused running blindly down the road of faith?
Will we take those risks that make our heart quake
Speaking out against the afflictions that make our hearts break
Do we have the audacity as nobodies to stand in the face of somebodies and tell them no?
What happens in those moments where we are stretched far beyond breaking
Hoping sometime soon our bodies will stop shaking
Praying the words will come out without our voices
Breaking the sound barrier.
When your life is played before you on the stage of your conscience
And you choose to hear it and see it for what it is,
What will you then do?
How will you then move?
Can you see the dew falling?
Can you see that light clawing its way through that speck in the distance?
Will you let the rays of that sun you've been so scared to embrace
Wash over you and kiss your face?
Will you catch a glimpse beyond the darkness of your night?
Beyond the confining horizons of your days
Can you begin to imagine life beyond the caverns and caves?
For every action there is an equal reaction and maybe it doesn’t have to be negative.
Perhaps what we say and what we do
Is more like a flow of energy initiating an equal response reproduced unto it’s kind.
Let me Illustrate.
Maybe a little love
Produces a response of love
And extrapolated to a lot of love given
must mean a lot more love given
and heaven breaking forth upon the earth.
Maybe the only reason we are dwelling in hell
Is because we cannot see outside our own brokenness
Our own failure
Our own pain
Our own fear
And thus we live from those places
Rather than finding a new home.