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Fresh Fire
Dry bones had encapsulated me
The sound they made while walking deafened me
But i was not deafened by the scruff of dead faith
But of the whisper of the days where my heart breathed passion
A passion for the word
The trust of my spirit for the One who was with me
Demons and disease had ravaged my soul
Made my decisions look as if I’d never known You
But You have always been in me
Those that I had blamed for my fall
Where those that elevated my spirit back to You
I thank them
For You can now breathe fresh fire
The fire of truth about who I can be
The me that will never surface again
The me that knows the strength she has in her
The me that has a deep foundation
Demons dig deep
But high callings have to have a sturdy foundation
A foundation dug in the spirit of who we once were
The breath of life restored me
Dry bones can now drip with holy water
Some think water and fire cannot mix
But the call of Jesus breaks expectation
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“I used to look at the stars
Picturing a different life on Mars
There would be no sadness
No pain or madness
Only days fulls of dancing in an endless chant
But you took that from me and now I can’t
I can’t look at the stars
They only make me sad
I have lost who I am
My life is a sham
My hope has crumbled and fallen away
But who am I kidding that’s a typical Thursday
I strain and stumble trying to get myself back
But I lose to the demons
I’m under attack
My gypsy soul was crushed under your heel
Now all I’m left with is a heart of steal”
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M.P.H
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Empty
“Value is fleeting
After a long hard beating
My mind, my chest
Can’t seem to fight the rest
Where can I go
What could I say
To take my own pain way”
M.P.H
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Cold
“They say my life is good
So why do I feel misunderstood
No one could ever understand my pain
So they hold my hand and hope I’m sane
Each day it only gets worse
My heart aches and my life is cursed
The Bible says he heals the broken hearted
So here I wait for my heart to be unhardened”
M.P.H
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M.P.H
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