it doesn't really bother me to see these signs all over the place, but i'm really curious about how other people feel. what do you think when you see these signs on the highway, or in your neighborhood? how different is this to when people put signs in their yard broadcasting who they plan to vote for in an upcoming election? or hanging a flag in front of your house? is it any different from wearing a shirt with a picture of somebody's face, like che guevara for instance? how important are these statements we make about ourselves and our beliefs based on signs we put around our house, stickers on our cars, clothes, or even tattoos and piercings? do these things really reflect something about who we are inside, or should they be regarded as simply superficial things meant to be fashion? personally, i tend to try and stay aware of what my outer trappings might suggest about who i am. what y'all think?
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
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16 July 2009
God said...
it doesn't really bother me to see these signs all over the place, but i'm really curious about how other people feel. what do you think when you see these signs on the highway, or in your neighborhood? how different is this to when people put signs in their yard broadcasting who they plan to vote for in an upcoming election? or hanging a flag in front of your house? is it any different from wearing a shirt with a picture of somebody's face, like che guevara for instance? how important are these statements we make about ourselves and our beliefs based on signs we put around our house, stickers on our cars, clothes, or even tattoos and piercings? do these things really reflect something about who we are inside, or should they be regarded as simply superficial things meant to be fashion? personally, i tend to try and stay aware of what my outer trappings might suggest about who i am. what y'all think?
31 May 2009
the Blessed Beauty
the soul is limitless
living bliss living legend
living in the midst of murders, thieves, and peasants
dreams and forgotten hopes decay in the hole
the dungeon too foul pain impossible to hold
the last in society the first to see the light
a living song of God yet He was tortured through His life
these cowards dragged Him down to the lowest place
below disgrace and beneath the lowest eyes
just to turn around and bow before Him when we die
they chained His neck, shackles on His ankles
the fetters left scars time could never fully whether
still the Blessed Beauty, still limitlessly above
any humble expression of fervent undying love
dying of choke lungs die to walk upon the dirt
that was touched by His foot so i'm dying to prove my worth
..........touched by His foot, yeah i'm dying to prove my worth
living bliss living legend
living in the midst of murders, thieves, and peasants
dreams and forgotten hopes decay in the hole
the dungeon too foul pain impossible to hold
the last in society the first to see the light
a living song of God yet He was tortured through His life
these cowards dragged Him down to the lowest place
below disgrace and beneath the lowest eyes
just to turn around and bow before Him when we die
they chained His neck, shackles on His ankles
the fetters left scars time could never fully whether
still the Blessed Beauty, still limitlessly above
any humble expression of fervent undying love
dying of choke lungs die to walk upon the dirt
that was touched by His foot so i'm dying to prove my worth
..........touched by His foot, yeah i'm dying to prove my worth
02 May 2009
another poem? umm...yup
i blow thru like a wind in the trees
that brings you to your knees, and ushers in the storm
that fertilizes the seeds that i planted
it's magic their fruits nourish the needs
of the famished souls diseased
with a sickness of the eyes that
makes food appear poison like cianide
so we're eating arsenic and dying inside
but reaching up like we're dying to rise
quicksand is keeping up, trying to drown the problems
we're deep in a cup, knee deep in a rut, the more we struggle
the quicker that sand be seeping up
i've seen enough to know how the story ends
so i'm hoping its an end to purgatory
when it ain't no choice left, we lay pain to rest
and start to count how many ways we've been blessed
and hold our faith so tight to the chest, welcome the tests
we do our best....yeah and God does the rest
that brings you to your knees, and ushers in the storm
that fertilizes the seeds that i planted
it's magic their fruits nourish the needs
of the famished souls diseased
with a sickness of the eyes that
makes food appear poison like cianide
so we're eating arsenic and dying inside
but reaching up like we're dying to rise
quicksand is keeping up, trying to drown the problems
we're deep in a cup, knee deep in a rut, the more we struggle
the quicker that sand be seeping up
i've seen enough to know how the story ends
so i'm hoping its an end to purgatory
when it ain't no choice left, we lay pain to rest
and start to count how many ways we've been blessed
and hold our faith so tight to the chest, welcome the tests
we do our best....yeah and God does the rest
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