We live with the past in our head
Sticks plugged in, to miss silent whispers
Fear driving us to the wall
Just to conform to the movement of others.
Trusting the world
Yet unable to recreate it.
While calls to #HearHim sound
We chose solutions that crown us problems
Playing dumb, when reality stares in front.
Only to recall the armor of peace
When the storms already sink our hope
Taking a loan on salvation.
When we should have banked on it
Burying our debt when the cyclone seize
Only to remember it amid the cyclone eye
Where calm briefs, momentarily before hell returns.
And our minds are switched back to Him again.
While sticks get unplugged to listen
Before we quickly forget once again.
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