When feelings don’t know who you are

As I enter in the ways that don`t please you God

I`m willing to die

If the way I`m living, is wasting your time

Just to be holy 

Then why I’m here?

To fight a war you already won

In the beauties of your Holiness

When Jesus was Consume

By the Holy Ghost, I was made from dirt

What was you reveling

When the body needed a soul

And the vessel you wanted to used was me

But why put me here

When you knew, the world wouldn`t be perfect

When Satan was here first

 What were you showing through your own words?

For me to be just like you

When you knew our heart would betray

For things to have

 Is what we could see in this world?

From the beauty you made  

Even sin knows what you can offer

And that`s the temptation of the devil power

To keep us in fear

 To die where he can’t live, in your heart

But we still complain, not knowing our own real name

Where is the change if you see and I never do?

Why do I cry?

 When you say believe but we denied

When I know there more to what I have, spiritual

  Why are my friends doing better then me, when they are not down with you

What part of you God have I lost

But to hang on this mustard seed

I know

There more to me then what I see in myself

When your own feeling, has no ideal, what is Love

Theses are the cries of our lies

When your own flesh wouldn`t die for you

God if I’m not doing enough for you

Then let these cries have its funeral to the burdens of my tears heart

If I can’t do your will, then I won’t to live

This is not feeling this is just the truth

Of my desire without thoughts

Why I love Jesus

I`m so much like him

I`m losing from winning

To be that one world

I hear him keep saying

Praiser

By Fredrick Pennix Aka Praiser the Show-Off Worshiper