What You Do

God doesn't take retweets; everything you do has to be your own feats. It doesn't matter what others have done to you or said to you or said that you do, or for who or what they did too. This is all about what you actually do, not what who told who about you. Get past the lies and look inside. The situation gets a lot brighter when you turn off the lies and turn the light on, just keep playing the game and make sure you're not the pawn, destined to die because somebody saw it as a game, it can't be for fame or because of shame or self pity because you think you're lame. Even the king gets moved around, this is Jesus moving the pieces and you're not hell bound. Sing out with a new sound, every day break new ground. Fear God and love the Lord, carry his word like a shining sword. He will not forget you or forsake, he'll be right there when it's all you can take. At some point you'll have to trust him, jump off the boat and don't try to float, just go all the way under and come up again, just do it once to defeat the nature of men. Step up, stand out and change the norms, not just settling for reforms; make it brand new just like you. Lord, sometimes I have to do what I have to do, take my steps two by two and remember that everything I do, I do by you.

Look Up

She never thought she had to worry; live her life like there's a hurry. She's only nine and thanks to everybody's lies she's left spiritually blind. She's just a girl, with eyes that reflect the pain in the world. She's one in a generation, left looking for reconciliation. She shouldn't even be looking for answers yet but she already knows her life is a bad bet. Where do you turn when the world has turned to you, because they made a mess and left it all to you.

The young man who had a dream, woke up too late and lost his job. His child goes hungry tonight, a product of a world that told him it was alright. Just another dream stolen, while the world keeps on rollin'. He wanted to be a doctor, but he had to quit school in tenth grade, now his dreams have begun to fade. His vision is blurry, every day in life is just another worry. It's either pay the rent or pitch a tent in December, when was life good, he doesn't remember.

It's a vision of the future, for which we all had to pay. Another man drunk, in the middle of the day. It's just how things go, or so they say; this man was only 16 when his dad went away, it's only two years later with another one on the way. They say this is a lost cause, but devil hold your applause. One just gave up the drugs, and another one just found the love in a hug. This generation is seeing the light, it's no longer a slaughter it's a fight. Those looking for somebody to blame, they're no longer the same. For every sad story, shining still is God's glory. It's been a long hard night, but it's just about morning.