undyingblaze

Death around every corner, death to the left up down and forward, as you look back trying to escape and even as you turn the world spins of black death, all around all you see is black  twisting, swirling as you spin out of control knowing not which is or  was for all you see and know is death. As the chaos unfolds you spin past a flicker of light. It's there and then is gone is if swallowed by nothing itself. Yet again you see it as you are twirling aimlessly. You force yourself to slow down, fight the death that's gripped you, focusing on the small flickers of light. As you slow it no longer becomes a flicker, but a small insignificant flam

When it comes time to choose, will I have the wisdom- to overcome sin, or lose? "Please Father, grant me the wisdom- to overcome sin, in the moment of truth." Should the time come, will I have the strength- to give my life, for many or one? "Please Father, give me the strength- to lay down my life, in the moment of truth." Should the time come, will I have the courage- to sing praise, even when not welcome? "Please Father, give me the courage- to praise your name, in the moment of truth." When it comes time to choose, will I have the will- to forsake my humanity, let your glory loose? "Please Father, grant me the will- conf

A man searching for a life to live, Death of one, flourishing another A life lived by one who chooses to be unknown, yet wants to be known as- the outsider, different, crazy, insane. For that's what he is to this dark world. Made from the world in which he lives, a world not meant for him. This dark world- trapping, lurking, waiting to strike from inside and out. The termoil is great. Hard to live the life he's given, in darkness to be a light, proving the world wrong time and time again, by trying to be a kind, humble, gentleman This life I choose to live, My life I choose to give to God, my family, country, and friend

We see through a veiled world, Wrought of rules, regulating our freedom to choose and believe, that through faith and prayer, with God all things are possible Beauty, masked by pain Joy, stricken by sorrow Light, covered by darkness The light of the world scattered through the body, will gather and shine, eminating comfort and peace. Glory seen through darkness Used by the Holy Spirit, a gift given by sacrifice, from he who paid it. Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior

Tears from the soul, streaking one at a time, for those whom's pain you feel. To care so much, yet can only do so little Are words enough? Can they ease anothers' suffering? The same suffering you feel though not always the same depth as those who shared it. Is it enough to only be behind the scenes letting them live their lives, only being let in when trouble comes, an ear is needed, give a little guidance, or allowed to pry past the mask? Are only words enough?