fireeflyz

We escape heartache, we flee from pain. We'd rather rationalise, we'd rather not be moved, but stay here comfortably, close our eyes so we won't see that truth which would force us to change. Comfort is our disease, paralysing, holding, binding, shutting our mouths, our eyes blinding - we don't want the truth, because the truth hurts too much and we don't want to hurt. The truth. Whoever does not have the Son of God does not have life. Lord, give me pain. Let me hurt for the lost, like you hurt for them and bled and died rather than ignore the pain. Give me urgency for this great emergency; wake me from complacency