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    THE MAN I ONCE DESPISED (4 those in need as I once was..much love)

    Reflect

    This goes out to all those in need

    who bleed

    when no one is around

    who are lost and think they will never be found.

    Trust in yourself and know that you are loved.

    By the Father..and by me..your Brother D'ee

     

    I once despised

    the man in my eyes

    living lies after countless lies

    until I felt I wanted to die

    Reflections of

    the man that I denied

    and no matter how hard I would try

    I couldn't help but cry

    and then

    one summer day You came to me

    and forced me to my knees

    knees that once

    refused to bend

    for I refused to acknowledge my many faults

    and admit to my many sins

    and even then

    though I strained

    I could not hear

    your voice from the heavens calling out to me

    whenever evil was near

    so I reverted back

    to the man who was afraid

    to admit he was forced to pray

    day after day

    I would see small miracles coming true

    chalking them up as mere coincedence

    ignoring the road leading back to you

    on the run

    I was the prodigal son

    running away from the hurt and pain

    fearing

    I would end up in the very same

    darkness where I once dwelled

    for a heart that lives in hell

    cannot hope to reach

    a soul to teach

    the eternal way

    to an everlasting day

    it felt like my life was on delay

    while the world marched on without a care

    but then,

    how could I have been prepared

    to face

    a man lost without a trace

    drowning in a sea of my own disgrace

    my frantic calls could not be heard

    above the roaring sea

    feeling certain that a life of pain

    was my ultimate destiny

    and now,

    as I sit, writing these words

    I recall the voices that I heard

    family and friends

    saying D'ee, this is not the end

    my brother you can live again

    so I ask you Father

    to use me as you please

    may these humble words lift off the page

    and reach a soul in need

    for as I look back

    on that fateful day

    I close my eyes and cannot believe

    how the devil once deceived

    me into believing

    that I was healed

    without a heartfelt appeal

    to You

    to You

    Bless me Father for I have sinned

    please, help your son to live again

     

    Once,

    I realized

    the man in my eyes

    could fool everyone with a smile

    but couldn't hide

    the tears I cried inside

    to my surprise

    I felt so much hurt

    in the morning, laying in bed

    wishing I was dead

    calling out from work

    day after day

    refusing to wake

    ashamed to face the promises

    I would make

    to you Dear Father on my knees

    I felt so foolish

    begging for a reprieve

    so many thought

    that I was healed

    such strange emotions I would feel

    people said D'ee, you are looking great

    yet still I was unsure

    of my fate

    women came and women went

    so much wasteful time I spent

    trying to live up to a foolish image

    always attempting to circumvent

    your blessings

    yet,

    though I fooled, each  and every one

    I couldn't deceive your Holy Son

    for He died for the souls of many

    taking His last mortal breaths during the Crucifixion

    late one night

    He cam to me

    and said, my son you have nothing to prove

    and it doesn't matter what stream you choose

    or what religion you use

    for, all healing waters lead back to the Lord

    in His vineyard

    your grapes of wrath are stored

    so, Darwin

    never again question your fate

    if you believe in love

    it's never too late

    at that moment

    I felt a sudden release

    All of the depression gone

    that I depended on

    I know now it was the exorcism of the beast

    and now,

    whatever I attempt to write

    I know I must make it right

    so someone in need can hear my plea

    and walk into the light

    of their destiny

    yes, every recital is an appeal

    every word I write reveals

    my love for You

    Dear Father, thank you for pulling me through

     

    Bless me Father for I have sinned

    I thank You

    for giving me this chance to live again

    and this time I have found

    even when no one is around

    I can hear the sound

    of Your voice

    I made the choice

    the mracle of a soul that did indeed rise

    and no longer am I

    the man I once despised

    I love me

    truly

    at last

     

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    • 21 March 2011
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