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People wandering, their lives squandering
Looking for any peace that might fit
.
Searching, begging, crying for
Something they can get.

Truth before them, ignorance blinding them
Oh how simple is the fit
Absolute abandon; Total Surrender

How stupid to question whether over or under
Just yeild and submit.

Jesus the Christ
the only Peace that really fits.

Sometimes I fear I won't make it
At times I forget who I am
But you reach through my darkness
You hold tightly to my hand

Because of Your Peace
Flowing from Your Grace
Drawing me into Your Presence
I am safe

His world divided - Spirit from Flesh
So who built this wall of separation?
The veil has been torn - Access granted
We stand in line pretending to wait for Him
Too afraid to admit we like this side
The other side is too real - more of Him
But we like US more than we like Him
We have mastered eschatological flattery
Do we really fool Him or simply anesthetize our souls?
His eyes are peircing - but never harsh
His sword severs completely - but never to kill
His heart is for oneness - but never isolation
So why then do we pretend to wait in line?
Who will go first - who will cross over?
Prophets and Poets have seen it - they speak and they sing
But our ears are so numb
Holy fragrance drifts through the air
Our very names are whispered on wind chimes
And still we stand - pretending to be in line
Inclusion has been purchased and yet we stand worlds apart
Holy Spirit come - guide us through the labyrinth of our thoughts
Grace grant us the courage to cross over
Standing face to face - spirit to spirit
Beyond the veil of our own making
Peace and Wholeness everlasting.

Look at me.
What do you see?
Are you certain it’s me?
Or what I pretend to be?

You don’t know do you?
What I say and what I do
Therein lies the clue
Do words and action match
Or are they askew?

Pull enough layers off
Throw them away like old cloth
Masks and faces and deceptive thoughts
Underneath the hardness is a heart that’s soft.

Will I let you see it?
How close will you get?
Do I strip the layers and expose it?
Or find another mask to fit?

I need to blow the protective fuse.
Continuing to cover is no use.
It’s time to get honest.
I need you to see truth.

Hanging on by the skin of my teeth.
My knuckles are white
My nails begin to bleed.
Desperate for health and wholeness
But terrified of what lies beneath.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Why don’t you just go on and fall?

Off the wall and out of sight
So with your image my soul won’t fight.

The image I see is not really me
Only what you and my head think me to be.

With you, O mirror, I do not DO LIFE
I’m not Friend, Father, Mother, or Wife.

You have no right to define who I am
My image comes from the GREAT I AM.

My image is pure and my mind is renewed
God’s TRUTH will now end this feud.

No longer can you make me do penance
All I see now are Reflections of Innocence.