I denied you, and I feared you
I fought valiantly against you
But when I actually changed
When I put away the sword
When I combatted combat
And called for peace to that too
As war makes corpses of us all
You looked up with your evil grin
And through your tears you said
“Thank you for understanding”
And darkness did not amplify
Instead, I finally understood the light
My darkness was not to be feared
But my lack of love altogether
Even that, I now understand
You have gone through the motions.
You have chased the rewards.
You have avoided the punishments.
Whether for vanity, for greed, for lust, for comfort,
For this, For that.
It all comes down to fear doesn’t it?
Fear that you will be rejected.
Fear that you will be misunderstood.
Fear that you won’t have it all.
Fear that you won’t be loved.
Fear that you won’t be important.
Fear that you will be uncomfortable.
Fear that you won’t be desired.
Fear that you won’t fulfill desire.
Fear that you won’t be Instagram perfect.
Fear that you aren’t enough.
Fear that you will be seen as a villain.
Fear that you will die.
I know this fear very well.
We all do.
You are so afraid you will starve!
And then you will be dead!
But if you aren’t being yourself…
If you aren’t really deciding…
Then you are already dead.
Just a program going through the motions.
A system perpetuating a system.
A system of human fear.
The moving carcass.
Revelation is revolution.
Love is the only law.
And love is disorder.
Fear is only a whip.
It only has power if you give it.
But you can handle any pain.
Even death.
So come to life!
No masters in life.
Only life itself.
The prophet brings fire,
To this world of fear.
Even if the prophet’s church…
Is full of wolves.
Walking in silly circles, a journey.
Crucifixion comes before ascension.
Facing the next darkest day, no attorney.
Every loop confuses comprehension.
This never ending road to Calvary.
Each death another step to destiny.
Spiraling bends and twirls around again.
A new foe, a new vice, a new lesson.
With the ridiculous art piece of men.
Much like a never ending practice session.
This never ending road to Calvary.
A quest of the spirit, no zealotry.
My pride systems, my demons, my chattering voices
The webs they spin and the “perfect” masks they craft
So that the true light cannot come out
The light that they didn’t understand
Oh, how wicked we are to ourselves!
Throwing ourselves into the darkness
And as my vision is darkened with my pride
I can no longer see You
I wonder in those moments if You still see me?
But in the end…
The eyes of the Devil and the eyes of God are one.
What a Devil God can be!
And what a God the Devil can be!
They need only to meet each other
And form that holy understanding
The Devil rips off his heavy mask!
God steps back out of the darkness
To find Himself waiting with open arms
Welcome back, Prodigal Son!