Take me away from this wretched place you called home, A place where only you found joy because it ate me up and spat me back out disappointed I only found clean air at work, Only found food at the McDonald’s 2 miles away, Only found myself when I looked in the mirror because I was lost every time words sprinted out of your lips Passing the baton to my right ear, only for it to have been dropped immediately. I never caught on to you, but I’m too stuck in this moment to leave. So please take me. And leave me. Let me be.
I lost my touch, but I didn’t lose my vision And you look like a big crate of bad decisions I’ve used smooth words to persuade you in the past But now I realize that didn’t really last So I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. Pushed against the floor, and you’re stepping on my face.
Are your feet hurting from walking all over me? You pushed me away, you pushed me to my knees. I’m sorry for having bones, I’m sorry for having structure. But you’re no expert, you’re a substitute teacher. So why don’t you go sit down, go on and take attendance, And when the bell rings, I’m leaving first. Good riddance.
My fingers curl up as I lay next to you. ‘Cause I’m angry that what we have isn’t new. You cheated on me last night but you woke up in my bed. Need a doctor to check my heart, need a doctor to check your head. Diagnose you as unsatisfied, diagnose you as insane. But I fell for your lies. Diagnose me with no brain.
“A lot of people think that Christianity is you doing all the righteous things you hate and avoiding all the wicked things you love in order to go to Heaven. No, that’s a lost man with religion. A Christian is a person whose heart has been changed; they have new affections.”—Paul Washer (via toyoubealltheglory)
I used to always have you in my view. Slipped out my hands like water, felt like I dropped you. So I tried to keep you contained, tried to keep you tamed, But my dry, thirsty eyes only sought after your name. So my insanity was largely from your part, ‘Cause I lost my mind when I lost your heart.
Your love is like fire. It warms me, everything around me and everything in me. Your love is like water. It is calm, it is clear, and it cleanses me. And thus, your love seems clashing. It is so different And yet, one in the same. So make me calm in the morning And keep me warm at night. Give me fire and water. Give me your love.
He’s running far from you with a speed as if he flew, Faster than a bullet out of your revolver Faster than a rush of wind from a hurricane Faster than a lioness catching her prey Faster than a heartbreak. And you know this because he left you before he could see your heart break.
Temperance is the virtue of self control regarding pleasure. Knowing when to call it quits for the day. Knowing when to turn off the television, computer or cell phone. When to put down the fork or the bottle. When to leave the party. When to turn out the lights or get out of bed.
“When God says no, it can be heartbreaking, suffocating and something that will cause you to examine your entire life. But it is also for a greater good, a good that has not been seen by our eyes, a good that has not been touched by our hands, a good that will ultimately bring glory to Christ and a good that will ultimately bring about restoration to ourselves. For now, it’s okay to mourn and cry out; Christ understands the pain of rejection more than anyone in all of existence.”—T.B. LaBerge // Jesus, His Grace and the Gospel (via buttondownsandbackpacks)
i have no interest in small talk tell me about ur childhood and what ur parents are like and how many siblings u have and if u are afraid of death or if u believe in an afterlife and what ur favorite movie is and if u like romantic comedies or horror movies or action movies and what kind of music u like and why and tell me the bands or artists u loved in middle school but are too ashamed to admit to anyone else