Living Alike
We strive to be like the person next to us... Stop looking beside and for direction look Up and Ahead...
Customly-consumed by society's need to be alike,
The desire to follow the one beside us,
That walks the walk we think is admirable,
Each person carries a quality we would like to live for,
Yet alone don’t we understand that individually we are adored.
It is not in consensus that we are made,
It is not in consensus that we live,
It is not in consensus that we love and pain,
Yet we walk the walk,
Talk the talk,
Live the life of others,
And wonder why we are still unhappy.
Lives have different time frames,
And each day is destined to work towards our own destiny,
A relationship will occur in front of us and we wish to have the same,
We ponder upon when our scheduled time would be to be alike,
We scurry in our thoughts to stumble upon impatience,
We meditate on parts of our beings to find disapproval,
We sulk over the moment in our lives that we find to be alone,
And find it necessary that the "me too" should be alike.
Shutting the doors to our hearts,
Pulling the curtains to our eyes,
Rolling the blinds to our minds,
We place ourselves in darkness on the brightest day,
And despite the light that tries to creep into every crack of our souls,
We choose to feel that we are alone,
And that nothing is going well in our lives.
Don’t we understand that we are never left and forsaken,
Don’t we understand that even if we walk in the valley of darkness,
That thou art with us Thy rod and thy staff shall comfort us,
So stop reaching for white-powdered pain,
And the comfort of southern comfort,
Because all you feel is a headache of melancholy and slits of disturbia.
Trusting him shows faith,
Loving him shows hope,
Spreading what he says brings life,
Doing this brings happiness beyond our understanding,
That even the little dream we have at night,
Cannot even sum up to the greatness awaiting us.
Being alike,
Cannot paint a genuine smile on our souls,
The smile that we first pull out of the womb,
When our mother folds her love-filled arms around us,
Call us by name and can say no more because of her awe,
This is the reflection of the eyes and awe,
God shows us every split-second of our novel-lives.
Each morning comes fresh mercies,
Be who he created you to be because being you will set you free,
By his wounds we are healed,
So run away from the alike,
And run into his wounds to walk in liberty,
Liberation in love and grace,
That you too wake up smiling at yourself,
And with too much awe say,
Jesus,
I am me because of you*
The desire to follow the one beside us,
That walks the walk we think is admirable,
Each person carries a quality we would like to live for,
Yet alone don’t we understand that individually we are adored.
It is not in consensus that we are made,
It is not in consensus that we live,
It is not in consensus that we love and pain,
Yet we walk the walk,
Talk the talk,
Live the life of others,
And wonder why we are still unhappy.
Lives have different time frames,
And each day is destined to work towards our own destiny,
A relationship will occur in front of us and we wish to have the same,
We ponder upon when our scheduled time would be to be alike,
We scurry in our thoughts to stumble upon impatience,
We meditate on parts of our beings to find disapproval,
We sulk over the moment in our lives that we find to be alone,
And find it necessary that the "me too" should be alike.
Shutting the doors to our hearts,
Pulling the curtains to our eyes,
Rolling the blinds to our minds,
We place ourselves in darkness on the brightest day,
And despite the light that tries to creep into every crack of our souls,
We choose to feel that we are alone,
And that nothing is going well in our lives.
Don’t we understand that we are never left and forsaken,
Don’t we understand that even if we walk in the valley of darkness,
That thou art with us Thy rod and thy staff shall comfort us,
So stop reaching for white-powdered pain,
And the comfort of southern comfort,
Because all you feel is a headache of melancholy and slits of disturbia.
Trusting him shows faith,
Loving him shows hope,
Spreading what he says brings life,
Doing this brings happiness beyond our understanding,
That even the little dream we have at night,
Cannot even sum up to the greatness awaiting us.
Being alike,
Cannot paint a genuine smile on our souls,
The smile that we first pull out of the womb,
When our mother folds her love-filled arms around us,
Call us by name and can say no more because of her awe,
This is the reflection of the eyes and awe,
God shows us every split-second of our novel-lives.
Each morning comes fresh mercies,
Be who he created you to be because being you will set you free,
By his wounds we are healed,
So run away from the alike,
And run into his wounds to walk in liberty,
Liberation in love and grace,
That you too wake up smiling at yourself,
And with too much awe say,
Jesus,
I am me because of you*
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