This is written in the perspective of man who lives a carnal life....carnal christian.
I am a broken vessel leaking
Seeking for an ear to hear my fear.
I’m placed in this world,
Told to run with the horses
And Lord knows I’m tired of running.
I’m plucked from those with great knowledge and words of wisdom
to lead a generation whom I’ve never met..
and I rather not regret my step
instead I fade beneath the shade.
Surrounded by shepherds peppered in the word
Told to trust in a god who I’ve never met
to trust in a god who I’ve never talked to
Threat sets in the streets where trust is in the same category as lust.
And nothing and everything is left under the sun
Realize I am not like everyone else.
I’ve heard the stories of those before us
Noah, Job and even Moses
Yet, nothing surprises nor brings satisfaction
To seek attraction to my mind.
I am placed in a nation where I don’t belong
Yet I’m supposed to belong and take authority
Despite the mediocrity
Because Christ already lived through this.
Set apart among the set apart.
In a world where everything seems to fall apart
And I’m chosen to impart the love of Christ.
I’m summoned by He who summons demons to flee.
He who summons man to release;
He that is within thee.
Placed within a gift brought with an accountability
Which was spoken by Him not to miss the mark.
To bring forth words
and drag the world with loving cords
and break bondage of their lords
cuz the world’s got too many lords.
I’m told of a loving god
One who doesn’t cheat, steal or lie
One who seeks to heal and restore
But I chose to ignore
I keep holding my chains
Locked, kept in restraint
Cuz that’s where I’m safe.
Rather be in with the crowd
Knowing that’s not the way out
Knowing that’s not why He fought
…To be caught in a realm of destruction.
And I’m there.
In a place of destruction
Knowing Christ already came, saved, and proclaimed
To keep me from shame when I raise my hands to praise.
To keep me from hiding behind myself
Knowing Sunday I will run to church
But Saturday night is my time to search.
I sip, smoke and remorse over and over
Found left in the streets,
Deep
feeling guilty
Knowing of a god who supplies
Even the implied
In Him who I rely
Take advantage and abuse Him
Only for a mere moment.
There.
You see,
I’m not like everyone else
I’ve heard of Christ
I’ve been advised and given advise to those who don’t truly know me.
Because if you’d known me
You’d see me
You’d see my suffering
And the memories that’s left within
Because I’m not who I say I am
I’m already labeled, stamped and mailed out
To those who think Holy are thou.
But deep within I seek out.
I need to be broken before I am brought up
Need to be heard before I can hear
Need to release before I release to those in need
Cuz I am a broken vessel leaking seeking for He that is within me.
-Tzira
I am a broken vessel leaking
Seeking for an ear to hear my fear.
I’m placed in this world,
Told to run with the horses
And Lord knows I’m tired of running.
I’m plucked from those with great knowledge and words of wisdom
to lead a generation whom I’ve never met..
and I rather not regret my step
instead I fade beneath the shade.
Surrounded by shepherds peppered in the word
Told to trust in a god who I’ve never met
to trust in a god who I’ve never talked to
Threat sets in the streets where trust is in the same category as lust.
And nothing and everything is left under the sun
Realize I am not like everyone else.
I’ve heard the stories of those before us
Noah, Job and even Moses
Yet, nothing surprises nor brings satisfaction
To seek attraction to my mind.
I am placed in a nation where I don’t belong
Yet I’m supposed to belong and take authority
Despite the mediocrity
Because Christ already lived through this.
Set apart among the set apart.
In a world where everything seems to fall apart
And I’m chosen to impart the love of Christ.
I’m summoned by He who summons demons to flee.
He who summons man to release;
He that is within thee.
Placed within a gift brought with an accountability
Which was spoken by Him not to miss the mark.
To bring forth words
and drag the world with loving cords
and break bondage of their lords
cuz the world’s got too many lords.
I’m told of a loving god
One who doesn’t cheat, steal or lie
One who seeks to heal and restore
But I chose to ignore
I keep holding my chains
Locked, kept in restraint
Cuz that’s where I’m safe.
Rather be in with the crowd
Knowing that’s not the way out
Knowing that’s not why He fought
…To be caught in a realm of destruction.
And I’m there.
In a place of destruction
Knowing Christ already came, saved, and proclaimed
To keep me from shame when I raise my hands to praise.
To keep me from hiding behind myself
Knowing Sunday I will run to church
But Saturday night is my time to search.
I sip, smoke and remorse over and over
Found left in the streets,
Deep
feeling guilty
Knowing of a god who supplies
Even the implied
In Him who I rely
Take advantage and abuse Him
Only for a mere moment.
There.
You see,
I’m not like everyone else
I’ve heard of Christ
I’ve been advised and given advise to those who don’t truly know me.
Because if you’d known me
You’d see me
You’d see my suffering
And the memories that’s left within
Because I’m not who I say I am
I’m already labeled, stamped and mailed out
To those who think Holy are thou.
But deep within I seek out.
I need to be broken before I am brought up
Need to be heard before I can hear
Need to release before I release to those in need
Cuz I am a broken vessel leaking seeking for He that is within me.
-Tzira
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