Tonight I picked up my guitar for the first time in seemingly ages.
I don't remember many songs, but I instantly started playing the first song I ever learned.
Where did the passion for those lyrics go?
When did I seemingly lose those feelings that I once felt for such a message?
Why have I forgotten what it means to be delivered?
What can I do to revert back to the man I swore I would be?
I played the song till my fingers felt like they would bleed.
I sang till my voice became course.
My eyes began to water, yet only physics held the tears.
The feelings are as a watered seed.
The deliverance is like new life.
The man I truly am stands tall.
But who truly understands these things and desires the same for their life?
All around me are people who are just as I find myself too often being; masked.
Fear ensues. Pain is inevitable. Rejection is certain.
Who will believe my true heart's cry?
I am a man of character who, despite past failures, pushes forward to be my family's hero.
I am a man of promise who vows to be a pillar of strength to my future spouse.
I am a man of virtue who holds onto the vision of seeing heaven in my future children.
I am a man of countless blessings who dreams of success in all areas of my life.
Silence.
Now comes the true test.
Persevere. Stand. Believe. Cry. Laugh. Rejoice.
