David
Tonight I find myself scrolling through so many websites
Trying to find something that will make sense
But this is just a moment where I can just distract my physical body
As thoughts just kept pouring into my head from the years events
As if I was watching the year in review on television
I remember one in particular as I was sharing my life and all of its messy facets with one community in particular
It didn't seem to matter much as the whirlwind of chaos insued mostly over a disagreement in social etiquette and beliefs
Oh how I wish things played out different
You see that is the kicker really, trying to find that line, that crappy fine line, and live in it
That line that says this is mine, and that is yours
I can't take what is yours for you have to own up to that, as you are a viable human being who causes damage
My heart aches at the thought of losing that community that I grew up in, but that is not my decision anymore
For it is out of my hands and in the realm of time
Time, is such a bastard of convention, loved by those who are waiting for that last five mintues to be up so that they can leave work
And despised by those who are waiting on their results to see if this will be the last Christmas that they'll get to experience
Before placing their chips on their esoteric beliefs
But I digress...
So many words in discussion and arguement as to whether they're right or i'm the one who might have a little bit of a better vantage point
I often think of David, a King who had so much in his life
Blessing of his Father in heaven, promised lineage, a legend in his own time
But his true legacy was left behind in his writing
As he displayed the heart of one who was breaking for his transgressions and inevitably the deficits of those around him
His words portrayed a man who wanted connection to something greater than himself
He was confident of what this was, but had the damndest time living in it
Oh grace a positive repercussion of the fall
Lands on all of us in this Idyllic time
Where technology seems to know no bounds and science ever grasping for the heavens to usurp His crown
David, only wanted grace...
At, 12:09am I long for grace, I reach for heaven not with hands seeking to destroy and conquer
But hands bloodied by my own self-defeat
Hands that have known spiritual blood-shed three lifetimes over
Grace is the only thing David longed for, and in this time that is saturated with it
I can't seem to find it
Especially from those who say they have it to give...
Trying to find something that will make sense
But this is just a moment where I can just distract my physical body
As thoughts just kept pouring into my head from the years events
As if I was watching the year in review on television
I remember one in particular as I was sharing my life and all of its messy facets with one community in particular
It didn't seem to matter much as the whirlwind of chaos insued mostly over a disagreement in social etiquette and beliefs
Oh how I wish things played out different
You see that is the kicker really, trying to find that line, that crappy fine line, and live in it
That line that says this is mine, and that is yours
I can't take what is yours for you have to own up to that, as you are a viable human being who causes damage
My heart aches at the thought of losing that community that I grew up in, but that is not my decision anymore
For it is out of my hands and in the realm of time
Time, is such a bastard of convention, loved by those who are waiting for that last five mintues to be up so that they can leave work
And despised by those who are waiting on their results to see if this will be the last Christmas that they'll get to experience
Before placing their chips on their esoteric beliefs
But I digress...
So many words in discussion and arguement as to whether they're right or i'm the one who might have a little bit of a better vantage point
I often think of David, a King who had so much in his life
Blessing of his Father in heaven, promised lineage, a legend in his own time
But his true legacy was left behind in his writing
As he displayed the heart of one who was breaking for his transgressions and inevitably the deficits of those around him
His words portrayed a man who wanted connection to something greater than himself
He was confident of what this was, but had the damndest time living in it
Oh grace a positive repercussion of the fall
Lands on all of us in this Idyllic time
Where technology seems to know no bounds and science ever grasping for the heavens to usurp His crown
David, only wanted grace...
At, 12:09am I long for grace, I reach for heaven not with hands seeking to destroy and conquer
But hands bloodied by my own self-defeat
Hands that have known spiritual blood-shed three lifetimes over
Grace is the only thing David longed for, and in this time that is saturated with it
I can't seem to find it
Especially from those who say they have it to give...
posted by Barb'ra Git Da Cornstarch at 9:55 PM
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