I’m not sorry for being different.
I’ve told you before, I’ll lay these things down at your feet…. But I’ll be back to pick them up.
I even wrote them on a rock and chucked it into the Indian Ocean… But my flesh swam out to retrieve it.
I don’t even wanna talk about it,
I don’t even wanna talk about it,
I don’t even wanna say nothin’,
BUT NOW I GOTTA SAY SOMETHING.
Here we go, we talk about it all the time, the temptations. No, not the vibin’ group of musical Motown, Detroit city that took my cousin away.
No. The stuff that actually took him away. The stuff that takes us all away.
Yeah let’s name it, addiction, drugs, drink, porn,
Depression, anger, bitterness, and scorn,
Hate and judgement, instant gratification, seeking euphoria.
We sit and pick the dead leaves off the trees with bad fruit.
We need to look down and dig up the root.
So get low, work hard and dig up the dirt,
You’ll uncover a mirror shattered reading all over it “HURT.”
Pain.
It’s what we feel each moment of each day when we don’t feel close to God. We call out and shame “sin” but that’s just the surface. The root is deep, deep within us. We want everything, and we want to get it on our own. We want to be like God without Him being in the picture.
We strive and work and accumulate,
It leaves us just as empty so we turn and masturbate.
Or maybe we drown in drinks.
Or puff on a joint of some loud,
Pop some pills, keep our mind fogged in a cloud,
Or cheat on a spouse, beat someone up, and break the house.
We run and run and run, we don’t wanna feel it,
We try nearly everything, but nothing can kill it,
It sits in the back of the room of our mind, crushes our spirit and robs our joy blind,
We run and run and run, we don’t wanna feel it,
But the truth really is that we need to deal with it,
Pain.
We hold onto the world as a hot frying pan,
Our Father hates to see us hurting so he holds out his hand,
But we cling to the burning and say, “Nah, I’m the man.”
We can’t learn what we won’t learn.
We can’t heal if we cling to the burn.
We can’t live cause we’re trapped in the urn.
We choose death because surrender brings the good kind of
Pain.
Like pulling out a baby tooth to make room for growth.
Or mourning a loved one and clinging to hope.
Or birthing a baby who screamed as he woke.
How can a loving God let us go through
Pain?
Because only He can heal it. Only He can give the strength to endure it and learn,
Let it transform us, change us until we are new. He takes the shackles of pain and returns it as armor. Then,
He teaches us, heals us, gives us His joy,
Shows us why He came to earth as a baby boy.
He Gave His life, He took the punishment, He felt unspeakable
Pain.
Not the whips, nor the spears, nor the nails that made Jesus cry out,
But the soul’s true punishment that left Him without,
connection to His Father, separated forever as last breath left His mouth
Pain.
But next He overcame and had death defeated,
The connection restored, the resurrection of Jesus.
Pain.
Led to good, now we know why we need it,
Dependence on Christ, cause only He can defeat it
Pain.
But what about
“Fear”
“Apathy”
“Pride”
“Doubt”
“Lust”
“Comfort”
Words sharpied on the rock that I threw in the water,
Thought I laid it all down at the feet of the Father,
But I returned to them all like a dog to its vomit,
Now I’m so sick of strugglin’ I know that I gotta
Surrender my all and go through a lotta
Pain.
I gotta be real and I gotta be true,
So soak it all in, what God has for you,
Because I’ve been there, I know that you have it too
Pain.
Now please, let me explain.
Knee deep in the garbage of my mistakes and failure, disobeying God when I promised I never would again,
He said I have much to learn from the greatest teacher:
Pain.
So He told me to pray for it.
Isaiah. Isaiah, ask Me for
Pain.
You probably think I’m insane
To rejoice in suffering, but it’s never in vain,
Because to live is Christ, and to die is gain.
Lord, bring the
Pain.
