I Am a Writer and Like Writing
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(for full effect, play this as you read. It is the song I had in my head while I wrote)
Eleutheromania
n. an intense, irresistible craving for freedom
Freedom
n. The state of not being imprisoned or enslaved
Synonyms: Liberty, Liberation, Release, Deliverance, Delivery, Discharge...
Wait. I like that word. Deliverance.
The ever present struggle
to express this full heart inside my chest
has boiled down to this single word.
The moment I've captured is maroon, a color
of intensity and passion.
It bleeds power...
exudes strength, telling a story
of a life dismantled and remade in ev-ery way.
Behind my eyelids the fire of sunrise
spills down this once insurmountable, dark mountain of mine.
I hear the unmistakable din of chains being poured onto the ground
as one pours out stale, dirty water.
I... Don't need these anymore.
My scars have faded, the demons who carved them have separated
Themselves from me
For I am a burning furnace, an inferno threatening to
Overtake all enemies who wander too close...
I am called Josiah, for the Lord my God has healed
my bloodied mind from the horrors of the cold nights on this Everest of mine.
He gave me a new heart, switched stone for flesh
One whose beat is the rhythm of a victory march
He has restricted the flow of poisoned blood into these veins
to make way for the blood of christ.
My lungs fill with life whose touch is entirely unfamiliar, entirely refreshing.
This new feeling, once indescribable is now expressible
The page whose white void stood unfailingly maintained by my finite mind
now stands irreversibly blemished by eleven simple letters.
D-E-L-I-V-E-R-A-N-C-E
For the first time in my life, tears of Jubliant Ecstasy
Pour down my face. The face of sunrise is no longer a stranger in my life
On my knees, I cry out
Thank you, God, for you have saved my life
You have silenced the cacophony of lies
and tomorrows struggles
MY DEMON IS DEAD!
You have stilled my ever-anxious mind
Today is the first day of a life more easily lived
More easily expressed.
Simply... more.
For the first time in my life my mind
is beautifully silent.
I... am free.
But... What about you?
Someone Somewhere in here, I would wager
has forgotten the face of the sun.
I want to remind you, You are called Son, though you are a prodigal one
Your Demons Dance on your plot of Earth, six feet deep
Singing "Your God is dead, can't you see?
Nobody can save you, it's just you and me!"
But you're not ready to die, so you run
up this mountain on broken legs
Stumbling, tripping, catching
yourself on hands Red with blood fresh from your veins.
And they pursue your tired soul, never tiring
Ever Screaming,
"The Night is young, you see
You're all alone, You're bound to freeze
We're going to Hunt you the rest of your days
So stop running away, no reason to delay!
We will kill you, we will end you
Just like so many others!
You all bleed the same
So easy to kill, such a boring game!"
They seduce you with beautiful lies
they tell stories of peace when death covers your eyes
But don't take their hands, no they've got Guns for hands
They've got plans for your death that you don't understand
We've all got these Demons up inside our heads
They all run wild and wish us dead
They would have you and I pump our skulls full of lead
Hearts full of dread, in over our heads screaming
"Somebody help us, we can't get outta this Hell
These Voices are too Loud!
These Voices are too loud!
THESE VOICES ARE TOO LOUD!
My God, why don't you do something
Must you stand idly by,
Do you Get off on watching me die?
ANSWER ME, YOU COWARD!!
But take a step back, let's relax
for a moment, back up, step outside
for a moment, think outside the shadows of the cave
for a moment.
The thing is, God has done something, hear me out
He crafted you and I to be the light in the night
He crafted you and I to hush the lies of the mind's suicide
He crafted you and I those who are dying in plain sight
We are all fearfully and wonderfully made
To Love one another, Have you not heard? Is this really new to you?
And to love is not simply to Tolerate
To love is not simply to say "To each their own, I guess!"
To Love is not to "Let it slide" in fear of offending someone
It is not to simply Coexist, NO!
To love one another is to
Be patient with one another, to
be honest, speak the truth to one another, to
Protect Each other from all kinds of harm, be it from the inside or the outside, to
Build Trust with Each other, to
Plant and water seeds of Hope in one another's hearts, to
Cultivate perseverance in one another's spirits
Because Nobody, No, not one, wants to hear
"Hey, I tolerate you"
Because God did not so "Tolerate" The world that he sent his only son, He Loved it
Nobody, No, Not One, Wants to hear
"Hey, let's Coexist"
Because Immanuel does not mean "God Coexisting", It means "God With Us"
I want you to LOVE me
I want you to FIGHT WITH ME
I DONT NEED A SAFE SPACE, I NEED YOUR HELP!
So put your jealousy to death
Get off that high horse and
Lower your eyes to the earth
See those down there
who need to be loved, fought for, delivered
Let them know there is a way out
Because there is always a way out
Take the knives from their hands and place yours in them
And Help them FIND THEIR WAY OUT
Because God Brings Deliverance
But He uses people like us
To do it
We are his hands and feet
We are the action the world is asking for
So Step up.
it's your turn.
(for full effect, play this as you read. It is the song I had in my head while I wrote)
Eleutheromania
n. an intense, irresistible craving for freedom
Freedom
n. The state of not being imprisoned or enslaved
Synonyms: Liberty, Liberation, Release, Deliverance, Delivery, Discharge...
Wait. I like that word. Deliverance.
The ever present struggle
to express this full heart inside my chest
has boiled down to this single word.
The moment I've captured is maroon, a color
of intensity and passion.
It bleeds power...
exudes strength, telling a story
of a life dismantled and remade in ev-ery way.
Behind my eyelids the fire of sunrise
spills down this once insurmountable, dark mountain of mine.
I hear the unmistakable din of chains being poured onto the ground
as one pours out stale, dirty water.
I... Don't need these anymore.
My scars have faded, the demons who carved them have separated
Themselves from me
For I am a burning furnace, an inferno threatening to
Overtake all enemies who wander too close...
I am called Josiah, for the Lord my God has healed
my bloodied mind from the horrors of the cold nights on this Everest of mine.
He gave me a new heart, switched stone for flesh
One whose beat is the rhythm of a victory march
He has restricted the flow of poisoned blood into these veins
to make way for the blood of christ.
My lungs fill with life whose touch is entirely unfamiliar, entirely refreshing.
This new feeling, once indescribable is now expressible
The page whose white void stood unfailingly maintained by my finite mind
now stands irreversibly blemished by eleven simple letters.
D-E-L-I-V-E-R-A-N-C-E
For the first time in my life, tears of Jubliant Ecstasy
Pour down my face. The face of sunrise is no longer a stranger in my life
On my knees, I cry out
Thank you, God, for you have saved my life
You have silenced the cacophony of lies
and tomorrows struggles
MY DEMON IS DEAD!
You have stilled my ever-anxious mind
Today is the first day of a life more easily lived
More easily expressed.
Simply... more.
For the first time in my life my mind
is beautifully silent.
I... am free.
But... What about you?
Someone Somewhere in here, I would wager
has forgotten the face of the sun.
I want to remind you, You are called Son, though you are a prodigal one
Your Demons Dance on your plot of Earth, six feet deep
Singing "Your God is dead, can't you see?
Nobody can save you, it's just you and me!"
But you're not ready to die, so you run
up this mountain on broken legs
Stumbling, tripping, catching
yourself on hands Red with blood fresh from your veins.
And they pursue your tired soul, never tiring
Ever Screaming,
"The Night is young, you see
You're all alone, You're bound to freeze
We're going to Hunt you the rest of your days
So stop running away, no reason to delay!
We will kill you, we will end you
Just like so many others!
You all bleed the same
So easy to kill, such a boring game!"
They seduce you with beautiful lies
they tell stories of peace when death covers your eyes
But don't take their hands, no they've got Guns for hands
They've got plans for your death that you don't understand
We've all got these Demons up inside our heads
They all run wild and wish us dead
They would have you and I pump our skulls full of lead
Hearts full of dread, in over our heads screaming
"Somebody help us, we can't get outta this Hell
These Voices are too Loud!
These Voices are too loud!
THESE VOICES ARE TOO LOUD!
My God, why don't you do something
Must you stand idly by,
Do you Get off on watching me die?
ANSWER ME, YOU COWARD!!
But take a step back, let's relax
for a moment, back up, step outside
for a moment, think outside the shadows of the cave
for a moment.
The thing is, God has done something, hear me out
He crafted you and I to be the light in the night
He crafted you and I to hush the lies of the mind's suicide
He crafted you and I those who are dying in plain sight
We are all fearfully and wonderfully made
To Love one another, Have you not heard? Is this really new to you?
And to love is not simply to Tolerate
To love is not simply to say "To each their own, I guess!"
To Love is not to "Let it slide" in fear of offending someone
It is not to simply Coexist, NO!
To love one another is to
Be patient with one another, to
be honest, speak the truth to one another, to
Protect Each other from all kinds of harm, be it from the inside or the outside, to
Build Trust with Each other, to
Plant and water seeds of Hope in one another's hearts, to
Cultivate perseverance in one another's spirits
Because Nobody, No, not one, wants to hear
"Hey, I tolerate you"
Because God did not so "Tolerate" The world that he sent his only son, He Loved it
Nobody, No, Not One, Wants to hear
"Hey, let's Coexist"
Because Immanuel does not mean "God Coexisting", It means "God With Us"
I want you to LOVE me
I want you to FIGHT WITH ME
I DONT NEED A SAFE SPACE, I NEED YOUR HELP!
So put your jealousy to death
Get off that high horse and
Lower your eyes to the earth
See those down there
who need to be loved, fought for, delivered
Let them know there is a way out
Because there is always a way out
Take the knives from their hands and place yours in them
And Help them FIND THEIR WAY OUT
Because God Brings Deliverance
But He uses people like us
To do it
We are his hands and feet
We are the action the world is asking for
So Step up.
it's your turn.
