Many people have felt and experienced the sting of rejection, how many though live a life of rejection. There in is the fatigue and the manipulation of darkness. It is no life. The experience becomes a web of deceit and the utter depiction of exhaustion. Does one keep up the front of pseudo happiness, or admit defeat and fall flat on one’s face. Not much of a choice. But that is the hoist, the hook, the snare, the tear. Ripped in two, screwed. Without hope and without God, all within a shell game, the never ending, shell game. A shell of a means, a means to an end, which indeed is just an end. But will it be the end. The election of disfavor, The victory of strife is ripe, The confession of confusion As darkness consumes your light The alignment of dissatisfaction With discontentment and rage, The lies running rampant, The stampede of hates unharnessed haze. Hoarding the fog of listlessness, As you gulp down defeat once more, A willingness to receive whatever, And the contaminant pushes us overboard. The injection of hell’s deep poison, Has the desired effect, Who could possibly love me? As I wallow in the bog of reject. Behind erected walls, bored, cynical? Death’s unrighteous tentacles, Thriving amidst lifeless pinnacles, Lifeless, loveless, to high to low, Derailed, undefined, dilapidated, Deviated, it’s time to blow, Or just plain out of my mind. Rejection; not worth it, Rejection; who gives a damn, Rejection; oh really, Rejection; whatever! Rejection, are we there yet? Rejection: is that all? Rejection; respect? Rejection; circumspect! Round and round and round we go, and where we are going nobody knows, Nobody knows, nobody, cares, nobody’s here, and nobody’s there. Where did you say we were going? Who did you say you were? What the hell is going on? We’re just running and nobody turns. Following the pied piper, listening to the tune, And we’re not allowed to turn the channel. Intoxicated beyond all reason, Drunk on treachery and treason. Always happy hour, two for one, the drinks are on the house And the architect smiles all the way to the bank, Where He deposits your soul. Deed paid in full. There’s the signature, But in Christ Jesus, I have been set free, set upright, set apart and set upon. For being free was not an event or a declaration or even a benchmark. Not a shout or a victory or even song replete with William Wallace leading the charge. No, freedom had a face and a heart and a smile. “For freedom sake, Christ came to set us free”. Freedom is the Father. My freedom is knowing; knowing that I am the son of my Father, a son of The Father. My gaze is now focused. I have been set upright. No longer looking backwards or from underneath. I have been seated with Christ in the heavenly places. From on high, with the Most High God, I now enjoy looking down at the situation that tries to entangle and ensnare. What a great and exhilarating change of perspective. I have been set apart. Separated from the darkness, and the chaos; the void of that self-centered fog and dullness of spirit. Whole and holy, I am now in love with Love Himself; thus creating a community not a cacophony. I am now set upon. Set upon a sure foundation, the Rock is my foundation. God my fortress, The Holy spirit my keep and Christ Jesus the Cornerstone. Faith established in Love, brings me back to Freedom and Freedom to this beautiful symphony of Joy and Peace. No vicious circle of reaction and rejection, but the unending affection of my Father. Today is the day of salvation, today is the acceptable year of the Lord. Isn’t today great? Those who call upon the Lord shall be saved. Have you home called yet? His affections a-wait. There’s the signature.
Posted on: Wed, 05 Jun 2013 01:32:40 +0000
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