Circus Act

Sometimes this life
is like a giant circus act.

It seems that everyday
we desperately attempt
to trapeze
and swing
and dance
over our problems.

But too often
that problematic fence is too high
the snares on top caught me by the gut.

This circus act
turned into a falling act

And as I plummeted to earth
the ways of man surrounded my throat

Here I am again,
And again they ask,
Would you like to dance?

Everything's askew
so what else could I do?
I'll say yes to a twisted view view
and attempt to dance the hurt away

Or to gather up what's left of my weight
and swing away my fate

I'll make a way.

How many times do I have to say
yet again
I can take the blade on top of the fence by the hand
and twist it into my own plan
Until my hands start to bleed

This isn't the way I thought it would be.

How many earthly dances will it take
to make me see
that these dances only trap me feet
so I can't move freely

Not like this,

How many dances will it take
so that a way of freedom will be here
permanently
like cement.
No comment.


I'm left with no other alternative
No power of man can defeat an evil snare
And these dances only tangle and confuse me
into despair
My body is full of tears
and only one thing can truly prepare
me and take me
out of misery.

So I plead
For the sake of life
Have mercy Jesus
and take me even if it's by the finger
Let your spirit linger
over my body
just for a time to
to destroy this evil trigger

But Yahweh,
Does more
He took my by the heart
and planted me apart
from any snare not of God
Holding me by the essence
of all I am
and breathing life through redemption
into His realm

And lets me soar above any gate
that holds any blade
for the sharpest of shears
can't go near
The light of God when he's near
and he's always here

Every breathe and every second
is testimony of His beautiful essence
The armor of God is always upon me
on my heart guarding me
Now that's what life oughta be
I can move freely.