Lost-in a daze in the midst of cyber space.
The bare hologram you crave lies to your face
promising to grant your wish.
Raw images fade by the flip of a switch.
Lineages die under the spell of an itch.
When you don’t know who you are,
you become what they say.
they change their mind,
your mind flips in kind
and you rewind
the pains of yesterday,
they change their lines
your hope unwinds
entangled with the serpent ropes that bind
they change their mind
now faith you can't find,
deeming you blind
and you SPIN into a dizzy well of, dry water.
you fall in- no splash,
you swish your fins and never a catch.
the waters too dry.
the fish too fried because 'A truth' told lies
blinkless, starless eyes cry.
You sure should have brought your soul,
to the shores of the one who bought your soul.
the Cyber King stole it and left you cold
left you up a creek with no paddle
And in the futile search to rediscover it's treasure
you dig a hole six feet deep
shoulder to shoulder wide and steep.
Take care the bed you make for you too must - sleep
But don’t lie down too soon to slumber
The fat lady did not yet sing your number
keep digging, keep searching
keep digging, keep searching. . . until . . . . you die
And Call on the name of the crucified.
He embraced the bed made up of your low thread count lies
He laid down in it, slept in it and stripped it clean of your
Bitter dreams, buried them, and brought you, better dreams
Call on the buried, for your sins he carried. . . . . Away
Call on the risen, eternal life has been given. . . .Today
Real life beyond the screen.
No longer a fleeting dream.
Call Him, call Him.
Can’t text him, gotta call
Can’t tweet him, you must call
Don’t send a facebook note . . .
Call on Him, . . . how?
Seek his face, pray, and read the Holy quote
The Gospel of Jesus Christ
Salvation eternal , faith, love, hope and life.
You will find yourselves in the presence of God
seated with Christ Jesus in a heavenly place.
No more being blind, lost in cyberspace
No more wondering “who am I?” as you buy the lie in desperate haste.
No more wandering here, there, and why.
but rooted, grounded, with the answer that cannot be denied
for your soul Jesus died!
No longer gleaming and glaring at the naked eye.
that leaves you cold, with its perverted hold
No more empty highs, that leave you so low
that depressed and pressed into the grave
is the only place left to go, as your white flag waves
your hopeless, defeated sighs
Hating to live but afraid to die.
get up! get up!
shake off the dust and debris of sheole
shake yourself!
put on the armor of victory
shake yourself!
Walk in the way of His Story
Now a part of kingdom legacy
More real than life itself
More real than earthly wealth
Because it is real, so real, real Life.
no switch that turnit- off
no witch can spell it
come under the blood
you can't get more real than that
come undertheblood
can't get more raw than that
as the illusions dissipate
do not allow pride to make you hesitate
to watch and pray
seek and stay in the holy book
the truth will keep you from taking a sneaky look
the truth will keep you
the blood wil cover you
the Spirit will guide you
into real life, real life, abandant