A thousand thoughts fighting vigorously in our heads to be more prominent. Through blindness we hunger to widen the windows of mortality to see the world in a greater picture, but to our dismay that supposed canvas crumbles into a mirage, leaving us in a depth of want too deep for mortality to salvage and too dark for our carnality to illuminate, making us nomads, wandering through life aimlessly with souls searching hungrily and plunging into unholy depths that leaves us dissatisfied with endless wants.
confusion, indecision and wrong decisions slither their slippery ways into our cracked souls, ravaging the last of every hope attached to us, plaguing us with the disease of fear, doubt, and pain which are known instruments of the ancient con artist to get us to our knees and bend us to his will, he the relentless one the ominous player, always roaming for an infernal grin, his gates are wide, the belly of his abode is endlessly deep, the sound that emanates from his depths is a cacophony of pains, the color, well not in my place to tell.
On the other hand the prince of peace stretches forth His hands to us, same way he did two millennia ago, not in pity but in love and compassion, every pain we feel he doesn’t sympathize he empathizes there is a huge difference to look from afar and to abide within, he abides within us, proven, accepted and proclaimed a living God. His gateway to our souls is our sincere acceptance, His integrity lies in his ability to grant us free will, with our permission. He gracefully enters and transforms our desolate, empty and perilous lives into springs of joy and purpose and peace, that blindness we once looked through fades into a light of endless possibilities, a view where we see divinity and humanity from an enlightened perspective where all that matters is an in-depth connection with the eternal prince.
With just a willing heart of acceptance, we leave the dark lord looking for the lost and unwilling to reap and rip!
composed by: Bola Kadiville Yaya