Lies Keep Me Up At Night

A dead man has no secrets
A mere soulless body
Should I walk the same way
In this unforgiving journey?
I’ve walked a different path so far
Footprints I can’t erase
Too scared to look in the mirror
Watch the sinful face
No matter how straight my path now
The lies are still in sight
The monster eats me from inside
Lies keep me up at night

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27 thoughts on “Lies Keep Me Up At Night

  1. You are who you continuously choose to be, Frank. You aren’t merely your past. You are your entire being. All of your moments simultaneously, knowingly and unknowingly. You are the summation of all of your experiences, and you are the conscious decisions you make based on those experiences. You are able to write such beautiful, moving poetry because of the depth of the emotions you have felt.

    My own “suffering” seems entirely justified in comparison to the joy I feel in the contentment I now have with my life. My prayer for you, friend, is that you would open yourself up to the possibility that your pain has been your blessing all along.

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  2. I hope you don’t mind if I post another poem in reply. It is called “A Better Resurrection” by Christina Rossetti.

    I have no wit, no words, no tears;
    My heart within me like a stone
    Is numbed too much for hopes or fears.
    Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
    I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
    No everlasting hills I see;
    My life is in the falling leaf:
    O Jesus, quicken me.

    My life is like a faded leaf,
    My harvest dwindled to a husk:
    Truly my life is void and brief
    And tedious in the barren dusk;
    My life is like a frozen thing,
    No bud nor greenness can I see:
    Yet rise it shall–the sap of spring;
    O Jesus, rise in me.

    My life is like a broken bowl,
    A broken bowl that cannot hold
    One drop of water for my soul
    Or cordial in the searching cold;
    Cast in the fire the perished thing;
    Melt and remould it, till it be
    A royal cup for Him, my King.

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  3. Here’s another by Christina Rossetti based on Romans, chapter 7 entitled: “Who Shall Deliver Me? We all loathe ourselves for our own sins, but the blood of Jesus can free us of our burden.

    God strengthen me to bear myself;
    That heaviest weight of all to bear,
    Inalienable weight of care.

    All others are outside myself;
    I lock my door and bar them out
    The turmoil, tedium, gad-about.

    I lock my door upon myself,
    And bar them out; but who shall wall
    Self from myself, most loathed of all?

    If I could once lay down myself,
    And start self-purged upon the race
    That all must run ! Death runs apace.

    If I could set aside myself,
    And start with lightened heart upon
    The road by all men overgone!

    God harden me against myself,
    This coward with pathetic voice
    Who craves for ease and rest and joys

    Myself, arch-traitor to mysel ;
    My hollowest friend, my deadliest foe,
    My clog whatever road I go.

    Yet One there is can curb myself,
    Can roll the strangling load from me
    Break off the yoke and set me free

    by Christina Georgina Rossetti

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