A Heart trapped in it's own tower

 

"The cold wind creeps
under the wall
as you add another stone.
For a higher tower
will surely keep you warm.
You make no windows
'cause you feel the
eyes bearing down upon you
through cracks in your wall.
You feel only the hard eyes
and feel the black wind,
from an open grave,
brush against your
tear stained face.
Words from a forked tongue
aimed at your God given beauty
are poison to a pure heart
and it eats away at you until
your hope lay side by side with
the truth and your heart.
A walking corpse
because a fragile heart
believed a brutal lie."

I am fighting for your hearts freedom...

 

Alone in her room...

She stands alone in her room
candles provide the light
she stares into the mirror
looking for her beauty trapped inside
her beautiful eyes are clouded
by the haze of the judgemental mind
the filth that comes from the lying mouth
stems from a bleeding heart that cries
she covers up her tear stained face
with a pair of lonely hands
she slips into the darkness
because she doesn't understand
why God made her so ugly
what a cruel joke to play
as she cries herself to sleep
her creator screams in pain
from the beginning of creation
He had her in mind
He molded her into the woman she is
now she just wants to die.
Your prince is coming
to set you free
a radiant wife
to Jesus you will be...

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