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I know to be true

by rhymarhyma

Is it the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning

Can an angel truly rise from within a sinner sinning

Can a blackbird change, and soar like a dove

Can a cold-hearted man be cradled in love

Can the echoes be heard from a lost soul screaming

Can Salvation be real...or am I just a dreamer dreaming



I took tomorrow for granted, because tomorrow always came

and I thought Heaven and Hell was just another game

Always a stone's throw away from drowning again

in the lake that consumes so many hollow men

I would follow, I would wallow in the waters of fire

thinking something to be feared was actually something to desire

An empire of illusion spiraled out of control

as the venom of the world finally took its toll

The poison was slow before it firmly took hold

I vaguely remember being alone and feeling cold

The paralyzing lies of a world gone mad

introduced me to the greatest fear I ever had

Fear of myself and what I had become

Never realizing the love of whom I came from

and in the darkest moment of a life already black

I saw the light of life, and I never looked back

Exploding like the sun, consuming like the earth

Scaring me to death while showing me my worth

I cried to God "I love you" as I was running away

I screamed to God "I need you" as I was drowning in decay

I prayed to God "I want you" as I was going astray

and God whispered "I hear you" as he showed me the way

With blood-stained tears raining down my face

I reached up with both hands and I could feel God's grace

I could feel God's mercy and I could touch God's love

I could hear the drums beneath me and the trumpets above

I saw the Water of Life, I saw the depths of the well

I touched the edges of Heaven and the boundaries of Hell

All these things happened in a blink of an eye

and in the very next instant I would watch myself die

I cried a happy cry while I breathed a sigh of relief

Reborn a lover not a fighter, but I'll fight for my belief

Eternal internal joy born from temporary internal strife

You're not just reading my rhymes, man, you're reading my life

A testimony to my Father that I know to be true

and I'm only alive today so I can share it with you...

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