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Hold to Truth

 I have completely lost direction! 

Someone has stolen my compass, 

Taken my inspiration

trodden on my dreams 

and filled me with a sense of loss....


Drifting with no wind and no direction

I am neither North or South

East or West

I am treading water and waiting to exhale

There's a numbness in my heart

and a whisper somewhere deep inside me


There is hope crying out for a response

But I am lost with no direction 

It all became too much

The straw that broke this camel's back

The cry of the heart a scream in my brain


limbs ache, body complains, mind hurts. soul is silent

quietly the night becomes the day and though there is light

there is only darkness

though the sun shines, the light recedes, everything is reeling

what happened to my sense of feeling

where did all my tears go

when did this become the land of sorrow


World Economic Forum, the owner of all us slaves

make new laws and decrees that will drive us insane

The United Nations pretty words united by what and by whom

What unites us is our common need to be free

I won't label you

if you don't label me...


Your freedom is mine to behold and share

Your success is mine to bask in and enjoy

Because of you, my life has meaning

No man is an island because we are the ocean 

The ocean cannot be controlled by the mere notion

No this ocean will flow to cause it's own tsunami 

Life cannot die, that's why it's called living 

I am not lost, I am simply drifting.....

The Way, The Truth and the Light lives within me!


Anything you want to say about Jesus

Just remember Jesus said: I am the way, The Truth and The Light

I am The Truth

Therefore He cannot be a lie and a lie is deceit and deceit will never shine

It will wither away in to the shadows and vanish in disgrace.

You are not lost, 

You on course, stay the course and hold to Truth and Justice will prevail. 










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