Food For Thought

I know there's a battle going on‐

a war that I'm repeatedly told has already been won...

that there's reason not to give up, but...

is that enough?

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In search of any new reasons to continue,

that I may find a new desire to see another season of rain‐

What am I expecting to find?

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I know it's my flesh leading me on‐

telling me that not anything, is truly done...

I'm well aware of the reasons to keep looking up, but...

is that enough?

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In pursuit of some kind of want that will revive a heart that has already withdrew,

that I may experience some kind of hope that will bring purpose to this pain‐

What am I thinking will come to be?

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I know it's not me that's painting the clearest pictures of my end‐

it's not my voice telling me to take my last breath...

I know the voice of depression‐

but it simply knowing, enough?

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In chasing "peace" I've lost sight of all that I am,

saying "no" to the wicked wants of my heart may have just been in vain‐

What did I think would come to me?

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I know the weight of my sin‐

that the only wage to be gained from such is death...

that the only proven result is separation‐

but is simply knowing, enough?

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In running from the temptations that I still choose to say "no" to,

a new, and rather fatal want has surfaced to bring nothing but what opposes gain‐

I know there is truly no benefit to bringing a premature end to me, but...

Is simply knowing, and believing, enough?

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