I just need to fight for everything the devil took from me.

For the blood that he shed, the tears too, that he caused.
For the innocence he stole from me.
The innocence he stole from us.
And we just live in it. Live in the reality that we can no longer take it back.
Its like, oh well.
Some of us are in denial.
And yet, he is still smiling.
And he will keep smiling.
Until we choose to fight back.

Fight? Fight.
Fight for the life that is rightfully ours. Fight for the life, and the lives that Jesus gave His up for.
You know, he died so that we may live.
Are we living? Or merely surviving.
Barely surviving.

Everyday is a war. Isn't it?
We see it all around us.
Its dwelling within us.
But we just accept defeat.
We live each day in, and from defeat.

Is that what Jesus died for?
For us to live a life of defeat?
Aren't we supposed to be "Strong in the Lord"?

Then why does it feel like my bones are feeble and my strength is depleting?
Is it just me? Cant be.
Why does it feel like breath -a gift- its' something that I need to attain? Something to strive for?
Is it just me? Cant be.
Why does it feel like we need to fight for one moment of of happiness.



God I know you see me.
I know you hear me.
I keep on wondering where you are, not realizing you are exactly where I placed you.
And you wont impose yourself upon me, you're a Gentleman.
So I invite you in.
Into this place called my life.
Into this place called my mind.
I'm sorry it's a bit messy, but I know you are the Mighty cleanser.
None can wash cleaner than your blood.
Drive my enemy out of here. Looks like he made a home in it.
In my mind, drive my fear and failures out.
In my life, drive the pain of my past away and give me the strength to live..
Victorious.

Its been far too long.
The devil has laughed in our faces for so long.
He still is.
Tearing families apart,
killing the innocent and dressing up in fancy clothes,
parading himself in police suits,
in fatherly garments,
calling himself love, sometimes justice.
And we can't seem to rub off the glare from our eyes.
We can't look away from this show he is performing.

Let us run into Your loving arms, Your mighty arms, Your fatherly arms.
A place of warmth and authenticity.
A place of peace, in this chaotic world.
Help us to see your love.
Watch the story of your love which has been playing for centuries now.
Help us to run into your loving arms and finally give you the keys to our lives and our minds.
Allow you to come in and clean us up.
Come make us beautiful.

Come give us beauty for these ashes.