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We Were Dead

Updated on March 20, 2010


Egging on our own destruction

With the words we say and do,

Every beat of our pretension

Is rhythmic with the homeless blues.


We kicked ourselves out of our home

To take the world by surprise,

And when we thought that we could phone

The booth blew up before our eyes.


So colorful we dye ourselves,

But black will always rock the world.

Amazing grace to love yourself

When to the pit you have been hurled.


We don’t kiss the Son, or love the Name.

We pierce the tongue and scream in pain.

We never cry because of shame.

We pump the poison through our veins.


Love is something we don’t show,

Because love is something we don’t know.


Living is the same as dying;

The pain from this world goes to the next.

And all our souls are sighing sighing,

Could someone somewhere shuffle the decks?


Our trumps are played, our chance is lost.

Let’s sit and let the sunset drown.

Our debts have neverending cost.

We have nowhere to go but down.


Without our tears, in spite of silence,

He came to us and made us cry.

All shut up in our own black darkness,

He gave us light and justified.


He came to us when we were dead

And raised us up with Him instead.


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      Rose West 8 years ago from Michigan

      I appreciate everyone's feedback! Thank you all for reading!

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      manlypoetryman 8 years ago from (Texas !) Boldly Writing Poems Where No Man Has Gone Before...

      Love the ending to your poem...good one!

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      soul kisses 8 years ago

      definately a ur are a true poet because its only a true poet that understand the true meaning of love and affection through christ

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      Ann Leavitt 8 years ago from Oregon

      This says it. All that we are when the days are dark, and all that we will be when we forget what darkness was. I am so impressed-- this is beautiful and poetic. A blessing to read and to meditate on.


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