Words...
Oh, that the expressing of such would still my thoughts
But, no, more likely than not they decide to stir, to provoke, to cause mutiny
Within my mind
In my heart
And thus it begins, no longer able to deny what's coming...
The revolt (Let's see who comes out the victor)
Where does peace reside?
Certainly not here, my friend. Certainly not here.
What's this?
This crackling in the atmosphere, this energy surge that invades
Where tranquility should live
Ruining the definition of 'home' as a haven place for the soul
Now transforming the abode into the battleground of angst
Yes, what is this?
That causes pools to form on the carpets
And fists to pound the walls
What do I hear?
It sounds of longing....for something to fall.
To shift.
To change.
To move. (Si usted dijera a las montañas, 'Muévase' ellos se moverán! Verdad?)
I have clothed myself with righteousness
I have set my face as flint
And after I have done everything I can to stand
I have stood
And I have watched
And I have waited
And I have stood
And what is this?
This crashing tide still sprays my face with repetitive pounding
Eroding my faith, my hope, my resolve
Yet in its place comes something else
Something stronger
Yet not of me
A promise
A flicker
A whisper
A song
And what comes now?
The swells may still pound me into the ground
But revelation and vision ride in on the waves
"Wear these new lenses, my daughter,
See the new things
Do you not perceive them?
Hold on, my child
Joy comes
It comes
Morning comes
Though you think midnight is your favorite, and you love the stars
Even more grandeur awaits in the morning
And breakthrough comes like the dawn.
"I already see it
It is already decided. Finished.
Do not fear, second guess or make plan B.
I deliver. There is no maybe.
There is only 'Yes and Amen'
There is only I AM.
"Forget the battle
Sing my song instead
My song called, 'Victory'. The tune is 'Hope'. The chorus is 'Trust'. The harmony 'Grace'. The result 'Strength'."
So He harmonizes my screams to make a beautiful sound
He pounds my feet deeper into the Rock
And His faith mixes with mine so to seem like I have that of a lion
And I can't begin to comprehend why
I only know that which has been said, declared, and promised
Words...
No, they won't be quiet tonight
They will rise up. They will take over.
Truth.
It always wins.
