Wounded Souls

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Wounded Souls

HE, being pierced on high has left me drenched in blood leaving trails, o'er trails, o'er trails
designed to carry His name I'm destined to trip, stumble, fall even roll o'er to get back up and dust my shoulders off
Even-though I've not been a slave, four-hundred years ago didn't own the first either....
Oh Isreal, I sing your song for fighting temptation has not been my suite of armor thus leading my heart to wonder.... Who am I, really?
Just because we carry His name doesn't mean we honor the same.... Christians.... Christ like
Like Christ, like Mike, like, like who am I?
Am I like who I say or like whom men say that I am?
The end is nearer but I'm not talking about the worlds end, I'm not responsible for this mess
not for you, you nor you.... See I have my own demons
Whether I'm contemplating cracking skulls or checking out the shortest skirts.... if you feel what I'm saying, then you know how this s_ _t
hurts
Don't call me BROTHER, if you can't help when I'm troubled the most, I'm not trying to occupy space at your crib nor seeking handouts like the dollar bill....
I need encouragement! Spiritual and moral guidance to defuse this time bomb, set to go off triggerd with the strangest looks
Yeah I'm hurting cause no matter how much I pray for His healing, my wounds continue to open and spread like plagues across the Egyptian Valley
and those trails of blood have become quicksand to my soul...
"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul He'll keep, but if I should die before I wake, well this wounded soul was yours to take"....
Then I rise in a new day, still feeling the pains of an intoxicated mind simmerring in a cup of frustration wondering....
Who am I today and will this be the day of reconcilliation or destruction....
I know without a doubt I must repent of my insubordinate ways and lean on the everlasting arms of He who has blown into the shell of man "LIFE"....
Repair this WOUNDED SOUL

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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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