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To the born-eagles still walking among chickens
To the redeemed but far from perfect
To the thirsty that search with ignorance
To the believer who still can’t find a reason
To the syphoned; who feel used
To those who still looks at the mirror even though they know it’s lying to them
To those who ain’t comfortable with sovereignty
To the unweaned; who still sense a rush at the sound of the word “Life”
Let me indulge you
Shake-off the belief; there’s nothing like tomorrow
Forget the verdict; no one person is right
Disremember the thoughts; nothing really matters
Excuse me; stop trying not to be like your parents
Life as we have it is unfair and still pretty amazing
Keep trying to understand; it will never make sense
Let me ask you
How loud does an alarm clock need to be to wake a dead man?
Can Spittle and sand open the blind’s eyes?
Could we have crucified our Savior?
Here’s the dichotomy of existence – the headlines
Smiling but unhappy
Righteous but dead
White but really dark on the inside
Beautiful but sternly corrupt
Praised but condemned within
Justified by the created but guilty before the creator
Love is not enough again
Learn freely from what I learned from failing miserably
Life only makes sense at the foot of the cross

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