Currently Listening Stereotype Be By Kevin Max Existence see related

Current mood: pensive So you played us. You played us both so well. I expected the hit to come from elsewhere and I turned my armour on some of the more loyal...and all the while, with your tiny smile you were plotting your deception still. And you slid the knife of a smiling lie into my side. I saw the look in your eyes as you slid the knife gently home... and ran away to your "fun" and games. And heres the blessing of the job i can't stop believin that you will come back and that you will be sincere this time around... And so congratulations on a grand hiest. You took my trust and you threw it to the ground and I am supposed to wait for you to come back around... they weren't kidding when they said this job would be tough. And heres the blessing of the Job. That somewhere along the way a seed was planted and it is in your deceptive heart still... and that soon it will blossom during one of your hangovers or parties, or tirades of how people are judging when they have no right. Maybe one day you will open your eyes and realize that you once knew true love in its truest form. And that we love you still   but until that day, congratulations. liar.           DISCLAIMER i wrote this out of a hurt that I remembered. It isn't about someone that you know, so don't look or read into it too much. of course I realize the danger of putting this up and having one of my youth read it and assume that it is about so and so or what's-her-name, but it really has nothing to do with anyone we know currently. I just had to get the pain out...it was quite stifling. I have often thougt of what God must experience everytime we turn from Him to our sin... the pornography or cursing, or drinking and telling of the foul mouthed jokes. Of the times that our anger lashes out at those we care about and the only excuse we have is "That is just how I am!" I think of God in the room there, listening to us lie...and how He has chosen to never stop loving....and how amazingly difficult it must be to love us at all.  I think that the feeling has to be that of a Father who wants His child to make Him proud... And instead is making an utter fool of himself. And so remember the next time you take to your narcotic sin...He is waiting for you to make Him proud.... and with every step you take away from Him, you are hurting Him beyond any understandable human emotion.... Do you love Him enough to give up these temoporary pleasures? jon