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Monday, October 10, 2011

He Does

Sometimes I feel like I'm just banging my head against a wall
Not doing any good at all
Doing everything I can to break my fall
Just trying to make it through another day

I'm just spinning my wheels
At least that's how it feels
I keep digging in my heels
So I won't be dragged away

You haven't lived my life
Looked down the barrel of a gun into your father's eyes
Or felt the tip of a knife
Against your throat

You just don't get it!

Here in this place I feel like a child
The cold steel feel of the tile
The institutional style
Of the place
Makes my heart race, my head brace
For the blow

You don't understand
There's no way you can
You aren't in my head
You never heard the things they said
Never truly wished you were dead
Or that you'd never been

Have you?

You haven't lived my life
Looked down the barrel of a gun into your father's eyes
Or felt the tip of a knife
Against your throat

You just don't get it!

But there is someone who does
Someone who knows my pain and more
Someone who knows me inside-out
Through all the masks into the core

While I'm curled up in the corner with my demons and my fears
He's still standing at the door
Knocking, knocking, knocking
But sometimes I can't hear
Through all these voices in my head
I forget the things He said
"Let not your heart be troubled"
"FEAR NOT"
"My peace I give unto you"
"I am with you always"
"My grace is sufficient"

You just don't get it!
But He does

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