'Thy heart is heavy,
My eyes they weep,
This world I despise,
Yet thy soul thou keep;
Sometimes my strength leaves me,
In the midst of thy tragedies,
A sudden tiresomeness takes me over.
I am weary, trying to save, to lead, make them believe.
I hold a fallen brother's heart in my hands,
Hold off my tears, save them with the rest,
Sleep at night with my old wounds feeling a' fresh...
Yet you have chosen me Father,
Yet I struggle in this world of sin and evil statute,
Forgive me Lord,
For my young womanhood conflicts often
with my old soul.
Guide me Father, set thy paths straight...
So like David, I can become pure in heart;
How I repent,
All those years had I spent,
Living a lie, in foolishness, disobedience;
How I bow down in shame.
But my wild heart did you tame,
Took it all away,
Had to see the light of day,
Made me brand new like a newborn babe;
I'll never be the same.
I've committed thyself to you,
Thy birthmark is sacred unto you.
Blessed that I knew sooner than later what I had to do.
Let me feed, shelter, help, lead, and love
thy children and thy brethren.
Keep the oppressed, poor, sorrowful, and weak
The apple of thine eye;
For thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done.
It gets harder everyday,
The struggle is real,
Yet when I stumble
You catch me still,
The devil is a scavenger, a ravenous beast;
For he knows that in the end he shall still lose,
There is no rest for the wicked.
For they shall never receive your light,
Nor know your peace.
Save me from the darkness,
This madness that engulfs me.
No time to play meddling woman,
For thou hast built me a warrioress.
For these times are the worst,
Our generation the most cursed,
There's a credit to my name,
Thy spirit that of an owl,
Thy love to massive to contain,
Your fallen daughter,
Working to receive salvation,
To be received by you upon death, to
reside in Thy New Kingdom.
And have thy life restored with grace.
-Wise Owl Lady
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