just some jimbays and crazy people

run.
always go/the pace maintains.
the space remains
in front.
in front of you/your chains behind.
eyes leaving you blind
to them/allofthem.


we are dead/we are slaves
we are jars/we carry a cross
bearing the weight of the world, taken over by someone else.
we are waiting, we are watching,
we run a race with baggage too heavy for ourselves to carry.
we are weak we are frail we are fools
there is a hole in our heart.
our bodies are temples.
we cannot give in to what we desire in the moment
we don't sleep our anger away
we don't find joy in wordly gifts
we'd choose giving over receiving any day
we confront our fears we don't leave them behind
we focus on what is not seen
we have peace when we go to bed at night

we are loved.
unconditionally.
we are held as a child is held by their father we see beauty in what we cannot see we run the race knowing we have freedom from those chains we look up into the sky in awe we gaze into the mountains everything has meaning and we have meaning and the world is going to be okay because of my Saviour. my selfish loving Saviour who uses us even though he could be completely sufficient on his own.



We are still dreamers in our dead sleep
Let the fire surround us
Let it all cave in
Let it all burn wild
We are leaving it all behind
Heaven is here