Let us go away
To the gutters of decay
See what we can find
To inspire new growth.
I’ve got sadness
Let’s turn into gladness,
And maybe this doubt
Will transform into faith.
I’ve got rage
Locked inside a cage
Maybe we can change it
Into something kinder.
That’s just what you do
The impossible it’s true,
It’s how this lump of dust
Is breathing at all.
– Vagabond Prophet
Tag: faith
Barbarous Threads
If I screamed at you
Saying I felt too quiet
Would you believe me?
If I whispered
“I feel too loud”
Would you think me true?
If I blunted every knife
So as to not be
Too discerning
Would you think me strange?
Your silence is too deafening
Just say something
To quiet me,
I don’t want to do all the talking.
Stay my hands,
And lace my thoughts
With your charm
I’ll endure the barbarous threads.
– Vagabond Prophet
Little Knots
Does your faith evaporate
Like water
On a hot sidewalk?
And children trample
On the remnant of your hopes.
What then?
Do you still believe?
When your heart
Undoes its rivets,
To let itself topple
Like a rookie jenga match.
Does your faith endure
The torrent of survival,
The steady drip of living.
Can it survive a head wound?
Or being trapped in a storm
With no way home?
It could be different you know,
You could let him carry you,
And work out the little knots in your soul.
Just know when your faith
In him is shaken,
His in you is not.
– Vagabond Prophet
New Growth
Let us go away
To the gutters of decay
See what we can find
To inspire new growth.
I’ve got sadness
Let’s turn into gladness,
And maybe this doubt
Will transform into faith.
I’ve got rage
Locked inside a cage
Maybe we can change it
Into something kinder.
That’s just what you do
The impossible it’s true,
It’s how this lump of dust
Is breathing at all.
– Vagabond Prophet
New Growth
Let us go away
To the gutters of decay
See what we can find
To inspire new growth.
I’ve got sadness
Let’s turn into gladness,
And maybe this doubt
Will transform into faith.
I’ve got rage
Locked inside a cage
Maybe we can change it
Into something kinder.
That’s just what you do
The impossible it’s true,
It’s how this lump of dust
Is breathing at all.
– Vagabond Prophet
Little Knots
Does your faith evaporate
Like water
On a hot sidewalk?
And children trample
On the remnant of your hopes.
What then?
Do you still believe?
When your heart
Undoes its rivets,
To let itself topple
Like a rookie jenga match.
Does your faith endure
The torrent of survival,
The steady drip of living.
Can it survive a head wound?
Or being trapped in a storm
With no way home?
It could be different you know,
You could let him carry you,
And work out the little knots in your soul.
Just know when your faith
In him is shaken,
His in you is not.
– Vagabond Prophet
Little Knots
Does your faith evaporate
Like water
On a hot sidewalk?
And children trample
On the remnant of your hopes.
What then?
Do you still believe?
When your heart
Undoes its rivets,
To let itself topple
Like a rookie jenga match.
Does your faith endure
The torrent of survival,
The steady drip of living.
Can it survive a head wound?
Or being trapped in a storm
With no way home?
It could be different you know,
You could let him carry you,
And work out the little knots in your soul.
Just know when your faith
In him is shaken,
His in you is not.
– Vagabond Prophet
Little Knots
Does your faith evaporate
Like water
On a hot sidewalk?
And children trample
On the remnant of your hopes.
What then?
Do you still believe?
When your heart
Undoes its rivets,
To let itself topple
Like a rookie jenga match.
Does your faith endure
The torrent of survival,
The steady drip of living.
Can it survive a head wound?
Or being trapped in a storm
With no way home?
It could be different you know,
You could let him carry you,
And work out the little knots in your soul.
Just know when your faith
In him is shaken,
His in you is not.
– Vagabond Prophet
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