The tormented mind, bound by oppressive thought, thinks what it should not 

It entertains the solution as the only way, chained to the debts and regrets of the day

There in macabre sight, hanged, shot, turned off in plight

The reality is at the fingertip, in form of prescribed elixir to the lip

The patient grim company whispers with cunning lies, dressed as an angel in disguise

Looking to mirror with no good in sight, desperation calls to quit the fight

Anchored to the supposed better-off, the torturous voice explains away the cost

The seconds pass without a single doubt that the only way to, is out

The exit is quick–no walk through the Valley, with no person to hold, no will to rally

With the soul out of alignment, the body falls towards confinement

The divided mind overrides yielding to legion, fumbling and faltering past sound reason

 

There, with hidden hour arrived and ill forsaken plan contrived, a new thought arrives

Wherefore he saith, Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light

The blurring prolongs the desired choice; in eternal seconds sounds His voice

And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather reprove them

Rather than reprimand from the tongue, no chide comes to silence the internal demon’s song

On battlefield and quite harassed, the one syllable fight outlasts

Realization comes in simple cries, overcoming seductive lies

Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles

 

Whether in progressive healing, or instantaneous revealing, souls begin reeling

The inner Spirit has room to take over; the body is given away to the Lover

The voices silence and wicked plans, with sinful nature, die; the will makes the decision, choosing Life   

No explanation will suffice, that the Savior performed this heist

The ugly plunder removed from heart, to change the motives and give new start

In front of mirror, the present has no reflection of the tattered, tortured, lifeless recollection

Now with a willful, intentionally joyous look, the answers constant, found in that old Book

Anchored in truth, desiring no other way, faith resonates and reminds that His miracles are for today