Rage
Rage inside, always trying to hide
inside the head, inside the heart
always wanting to be a part.......of me
I battle, I struggle, I wrestle, I fight
by then I'm shouting "Get out, Get out!"
It's tiring, exhausting, the fog begins lifting
........."oh, where are you going, beloved?"
Oh no, Oh no, I was not talking to you,
it was the rage you see, it began to take flight
and so I began to shout - Get Out!
Another show, another blow to
a close one I know
Rage subsides, just like the tides
they come, they go, they come
I sit and think...Where...did...you...come...from?
When did you enter, Just where did you come from??
was it uncle Tom?
He trespassed, he transgressed, he regressed
He touched what he shouldna - prevent it?
I couldna, wasn't tall enough, was sure small enough. . .
Something has been stolen, something is missing
Not the same, whose to blame?
Not the same, whose to blame?
My vision for my future, it was there,
it was in place, it was intact, this is a fact
The joy, the peace, these were mine,
burgled before I could even begin to shine!!
Although I couldn't see clearly,I began to search dearly
Too crippled to travel
So lets unravel
this closer to home!
Home jerome where the family roam
My place of safety -
but where's the net to catch me when I fall?
My place of healing, this home? my home?
You must be joking, there's no yolking going on here
no healing, only dealing
Fine then, give me, give me, let me fill me
with what ya got!
Cigarettes, booze, drugs and v i o l e n c e
Where's my healing, the promised sealing of this rage!
What? Why? are you also angry-my family,
you been burgled too??
Now I'm angry, now I'm crazy, now I'm ticked off
Now I'm going ooooofffff the rails, ooooffff my head
"Get Out, Get Out"
Exhausted, tired, the fog begins to lift......again
"OH, where are you going my beloved..
Another show, another blow, to the ones I know - please don't go
"Rid me, Rid me" of the rage I cry out
to the One I cannot see, the One that made me be
Rid me I pray that I may be FREE!
God helped me write this and has undoubtedly SET ME FREE - Hallelujah.
This poem is also for those out there to know that they are NOT alone, I have gone through that storm as have many and we are wholly, joyfully and fully functional.
And today I am a living testimony of emotional and mental healing through Jesus Christ our Lord
Yours in Christ
beam
Psalm 30:11 'You turned my wailing into dancing, You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy'
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Rage inside, always trying to hide
inside the head, inside the heart
always wanting to be a part.......of me
I battle, I struggle, I wrestle, I fight
by then I'm shouting "Get out, Get out!"
It's tiring, exhausting, the fog begins lifting
........."oh, where are you going, beloved?"
Oh no, Oh no, I was not talking to you,
it was the rage you see, it began to take flight
and so I began to shout - Get Out!
Another show, another blow to
a close one I know
Rage subsides, just like the tides
they come, they go, they come
I sit and think...Where...did...you...come...from?
When did you enter, Just where did you come from??
was it uncle Tom?
He trespassed, he transgressed, he regressed
He touched what he shouldna - prevent it?
I couldna, wasn't tall enough, was sure small enough. . .
Something has been stolen, something is missing
Not the same, whose to blame?
Not the same, whose to blame?
My vision for my future, it was there,
it was in place, it was intact, this is a fact
The joy, the peace, these were mine,
burgled before I could even begin to shine!!
Although I couldn't see clearly,I began to search dearly
Too crippled to travel
So lets unravel
this closer to home!
Home jerome where the family roam
My place of safety -
but where's the net to catch me when I fall?
My place of healing, this home? my home?
You must be joking, there's no yolking going on here
no healing, only dealing
Fine then, give me, give me, let me fill me
with what ya got!
Cigarettes, booze, drugs and v i o l e n c e
Where's my healing, the promised sealing of this rage!
What? Why? are you also angry-my family,
you been burgled too??
Now I'm angry, now I'm crazy, now I'm ticked off
Now I'm going ooooofffff the rails, ooooffff my head
"Get Out, Get Out"
Exhausted, tired, the fog begins to lift......again
"OH, where are you going my beloved..
Another show, another blow, to the ones I know - please don't go
"Rid me, Rid me" of the rage I cry out
to the One I cannot see, the One that made me be
Rid me I pray that I may be FREE!
God helped me write this and has undoubtedly SET ME FREE - Hallelujah.
This poem is also for those out there to know that they are NOT alone, I have gone through that storm as have many and we are wholly, joyfully and fully functional.
And today I am a living testimony of emotional and mental healing through Jesus Christ our Lord
Yours in Christ
beam
Psalm 30:11 'You turned my wailing into dancing, You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy'
:cap:
