The End of Jesus Freaks Projects (JFP)

Terrorists broke into the house,
Waving the pistols, like madmen in the face of the innocent
It was bible study, every night - same place.
Now it was this family of three, rounded up and pushed into fear
The terrorists grabbed the Bible from the fathers hands,
He threw Gods word on the ground and shouted instructions
"Before anyone will leave, you must all spit on this Bible you hold so dear!"
Visibly shaken the father could barely build up any spit,
He cried as he spit on the book, and crawled away in shame.
The mother still crying choked out "forgive me God" and spat on the bible
The daughter, about 16 years old, walked over in front of the terrorists
Bent down and picked up the bible.
She then wiped off the spit, and said "Lord what have they done to your book"
Before she finished her sentence the terrorist pointed the rifle to her head and she fell.
The walls are colored with voices
Painted with the red life of this little girl
But what's this?
It's the theory to see the things that happen, will change you.
You cant erase it
And I end up unraveling like a ball of yarn
How do you see when your spyglass is looking through the fog?
I lay my head and extend my hands to pray
Tears overflowing.. "God please forgive my sins"
Knowing you are my only hope to survive
I strive to bring your goodness into the hearts of others
So take the still frames in your mind
You know, those words you speak, and keep you hidden beneath the dark deep water
The storm will pass, and you'll still be by my side.
It hurts to know that what you once thought love was, is only a fallacy
But it brings you great joy, knowing that he is there.
I was waging war against this spiritual darkness
Crying out to him, so maybe my soul would feel its worth
And someday wake me from this nightmare
I sat and listened to the silence
And if you listen closely you can hear
You can play back the legions of angels Jesus never called while pinned on the cross
I lock the door and cast my spell again
The world to fuel my chariot of fire
It's showing my insides like before
But now, I shine with this light of mine
And it helps me take up my cross, daily as I pass the mocking crowd.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2003