DISCOVERING THE HOLY SPIRIT IN ME
Oh, what a revelation!
Jesus’ gifts are not from this earth.
They are an
uncontrollable quintessence
that radiates into my soul.
God’s love dresses my mind
with golden skyscrapers
that pierce His heavens.
There is no need to own things in His home.
I look deeper into His treasures
and see what I need.
Spiritual waters—the Holy Spirit—take me to Him.
Gold has no value in heaven,
nor do diamonds.
They are just trinkets that sparkle.
Joy,
Glory,
Grace,
and His presence are what’s there.
My mind cannot confirm this,
only my Faith accepts what’s there.
There is no need for words.
There is no need for thoughts.
Translucent,
luminous,
and spiritual gifts are there,
and I have just arrived.
The weight of your eyes
Are upon me.
I cant help but be transparent.
You undress me
Without my clothes ever falling
You discover bits of me
Like Im all the stars in your galaxy
Day after day
Our universe grows larger
I am the black hole
Bringing you in and never letting go
Taking you places
That dreams never dared
Now listen to what I have to say
For the wicked hide in the shadows of this day
You know nothing of what is of me
You may know the color of my eyes
But not of what they are capable to see
Now here, I've warned this upon you
For not every smile is ever true
Everything is not set in stone
You may say there is an answer
When nothing is completely known
Close your eyes, please understand
That what you may rely on is a blood-thirsty hand
Unknown of what they truly are
Watch think before you turn and talk
Someone so close to you can be so far
So remember before you go on and say
"But why would anyone do this to me anyway?"
Human nature can be full of evil and greed
Unwatched, A monster born within the shadows, full only of self pleasure and need.
Conflict's repitition leads to progression severed;
a life in which the enemy you're no better.
Outrages, rampages, fights beyond any cause
lead to a world in which you're no better off.
The only resolution to a problem so unreal
is to find a place where you no longer feel.
The pain of others on your life already cold,
forces you to hide to cover up what you're told.
I need to escape from all these lies;
these indescribable pains, all the time..
I need to recover, to get a hold on myself.
I will discover what truth is left at all.
I sit alone in the blackness of reason;
a pathetic target for the others to tease on.
I don't want to face the pain of publicity,
but I cannot stand the pain of no honesty.
Cover me in paint, lock me in my coffin,
never let me see, let not any light in.
I need to be concealed, need to be away
from the lies, scars, and pains of every day.