I can’t be quiet, I have to speak
Having the courage to express myself
Like the testimonies of Job
You see me, but you don’t hear me
I speak out from my spirit
The suffering of my soul
Like heavy weights around my heart
From bearing this heavy load
When offspring turn their back on the progenitor
When units of family is broken
And the lack of unconditional love
Making others more important
Than your own blood
I am not the monster that lives in the sea
So why have you guarded your heart from me
The years, the days that have gone by
My body is broken from the turmoil of carrying the load
Of expectation that I am criticized by
Making others important, is the day to day goal
But when you look away, in a flash they will be gone
A heavy load you say I am
But the memories of harden struggles for our survival
Encircles my mind like a video cam
One day you will search for me, but I will be no more
Like a closed door in a sealed room, only lost memories will be there
Ask the Elders for the truth
Then true knowledge will be learned
And speak about what they know, and how the papyrus grow
They cannot grow where there is no swamp
And their reeds must have water to grow
Yet they will become only a stump
If they are cut off too soon, and without certain nurture
They will wither like grass, and their future will not last
This is a metaphor of what takes place
When you forget about God, and his commandments
For one day our judgment we must face
“The hope for all the wicked will be goneâ€
beafaithful/bjones
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