spirit of truth

empty eyes

staring into the 

darkness

blind to the brokenness 

they come from.

dead souls 

unaware of the 

tugging

 the call 

to the light,

and freedom.

chains

around weak bones

and sunken eyes

and 

they, they are living

in such misery.

talking to the very voices

that lie inside their heads,

raising their children 

though they can't see they're 

already broken; dead. 

and they, 

they carry a heaviness 

with them; 

inside them.

they're always seeking 

the high, 

even though they know 

that once they come down,

the low is almost unbearable.

and they, 

have concluded

that this is who they are. 

and i see them.

through the eyes of our messiah,

i see them.

and i see their misery

i see every chain

and the weight that 

bondage has on their 

broken, wounded souls.

and something inside me

screams.

screams a desperate plea

for the lost people

in the cities 

that glorify

darkness

 and 

wickedness,

and somewhere

 deep inside,

a little girl weeps 

for the broken.

she remembers what the 

spirit of truth spoke 

to her so long ago.

and my heart is still aching 

with the burden for the ones 

who have not known the love 

of our savior 

of a god who died

for the ones given over 

to the devil and enslaved

in the chains that they do not 

even know.

and i cannot shut out 

the cry of my heart

for the ones 

that do not know the truth.

the messiahs heart breaks

a thousand times, 

for them.

and my heart will not

be silent 

not when death 

is still snatching 

away person after person 

who does not know;

that they were 

created for 

something more.