Mellenkahlee
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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Roll over to give you a better shot at my guts... Zort from URL @ 11:36 PM Everyone knows that I'm a big brother. God made my soul with the intent to guard. I have big brother syndrome and I'll probably die of it one of these days. I want to make things better for everyone. The only thing is, I can only seem to do that at my own expense. Now for the longest time I've found it difficult to get hurt for others, but I'm learning to take one for the team. I can offer myself to others as a shield, a sword, an ally, or sometimes a fortress in which they can feel safe, to talk and let it out. I've also learned that sometimes my help isn't wanted... even if it's needed. Those I'm trying to help might turn the dagger to my throat and threaten me, while others let the blade cut. Some may land a crushing blow to my chin, but it's okay, because I still have my cheek, nose, eyes, and ears. If need be you can take them as well. I won't go away. You can't stop me from trying to help, and no one ever will. I can only hope that the Lord gives me his own strength to continue the way I've been going in that department... and that he will turn me towards the correct path when it comes to the selfish life I've been leading these past few months. I supose what I mean to say is, "Go on and hit, me. I offer you my face to beat. Hit me as many times as you can. In doing so you only help me show you the love I've been given. You can only push me closer to God." I apologize for the awful grammar and syntax in this post but I'm tired and well... beat up. But I'll stay. ::!~ Trying to Smile ~!::
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