I'll still smile. (inside_xout) wrote,
I'll still smile.

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can you hear my battle cry?

Wow. I'm not even sure where to begin.
I don't even know what I'm supposed to write. But this
freedom, joy, and love I'm feeling just needs to get out.
My God, just completely blows me away beyond all measure.
Its like I'm on a honeymoon with Him. Intimacy and all.
No; for you who aren't sure what I'm talking about; not sex. That would be perversion.
I'm just being completely wooed, and romanced by Daddy God.
I hardly know how to explain it. But I'm just comming into this new season, where
everything I know speak do or think is consumed by God.
Myabe crazy to you. But; gosh I'm not even over the line yet.

My hearts been beating lately for the hurt.
People who have been broken by churches, and people of God.
I see so many of my old friends, and new people that I've talked to..
And I just see this pain, and regret striking in their eyes.
Maybe not even hurt by churches, but circumstances that happened within churches.
Some people think they're never the same because of it.
Like they won't ever be able to let go of the bitterness, and hurt and regret of the past.
I just want everyone to know how God really can heal you. 
Can peice those broken areas of your life back together.
He can, and He will; if you chose to let Hin.
I just want them to know&experience Jesus, the way I have in the past three years.
To know His unfailing, unashamed, jealous love for His BRIDE.
I want them to know that there is hope beyond those doors, that seem to sufficate you in.
Hes sitting right next to you.
I want the church to break free of humanism, and religion.
I want God to shatter sunday christianity. And rip those sunday spectators right from their chairs.
I'm longing for Him to break complacentcy&compramise.
And its about time we start TAKING BACK OUR inheritance as the sons and daughters of God.


Ariel, or Tina;
Do you think theres a way I could.
Because I doubt I'd have a ride there at all.

I read this in english yesterday; and I got a lot out of it.
Maybe you will too?


I know what the caged bird feels.
Ah me, when the sun is bright on the upland slopes,
when the wind blows soft through the springing grass
and the river floats like a sheet of glass,
when the first bird sings and the first bud ops,
and the faint perfume from its chalice steals.
I know what the caged bird feels.

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
till its blood is red on the cruel bars,
for he must fly back to his perch and cling
when he fain would be on the bow aswing.
And the blood still throbs in the old, old scars
and they pulse again with a keener sting.
I know why he beats his wing.

I know why the caged bird sings.
Ah, me, when its wings are bruised and its bosom sore.
It beats its bars and would be free.
It's not a carol of joy or glee,
but a prayer that it sends from its heart's deep core,
a plea that upward to heaven it flings.
I know why the caged bird sings.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

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