For a time there was once a me, A me that could only express great disatisfaction for the world and with God, That me was filled with un-comprimisable desire for chaos, A chaos in which the eye was the single most peaceful place me could be. I was an angry lil shit.
I am now 19, the idea of which is quite overwhelming. I feel lost for words, or rather lost in them, as the sentence I had on my lips and paragraph on my tongue become one word on my mind. It's a beautiful word, a simple word but one with deep meaning to all those who fully seek the concept of what it imples, It has a great gravity about it, a word that really cripples you and ushers you towards it, I sought it for so long and now I have it.
The truth does really set you free, My God is amazing, he is good, he is truth and so much more.
Freedom.
The grass is so much more greener, the rabbit hole so much more exciting, the truth so much more compelling and the freedom is so much more real with Jesus Christ and the God of Abraham, Issaccccc and Jacob.
My God my God my God, my eyes are set on you.
I have forgiven myself for leaving you behind South Africa.
I have forgiven myself for hating you so much England.
Peace, joy and freedom.
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