Can you feel the protest rising up on your borders, can you feel the predetermined war without reason?
Do you know what you were born for?
Do you know what sort of conflict was intended to break you down,
just so you could reconstruct and reinvent yourself?
Or were you born on high ground, letting yourself roll into life,
cause you're looking at my blood like a foreigner.
Do you sometimes feel awkward when your looking at God, cause you've fought and fought and still find yourself irrelevant compared to your king?
Sometimes, Brother King,
The hardest thing is,
that in order to be on the field with you,
I have to forgive and allow grace to move in,
for all there horrors, I allowed to walk in.
Im terrified of losing control again, and my fear is funny
cause I am the thief of my own self control.
What a wretched man I am.
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