One and the Same

by Roy Huddleston

I came searching from being weary and worn,

Cut and bruised with battle scars torn.

My struggle underneath a quivering guilt and the shame;

The devil deceived me and I think I'll never be the same.

My cross I bear is so devistatingly intense;

I have forfeited my direction and lost my sense.

With a heart so crushed and heavy;

This the price from the deceivers levee.

With an omnipresence of frustration in my mind;

The Devil said, "Son! you'll always be behind."

Unable to get a handle on reality;

Misunderstanding the word had finality.

My shoulders bent low and bowed;

'Til out of my being most of life had flowed.

Ashamed to show my redeemed face;

Mr. S. slowly and quietly determined my pace.

I left off my helmet and he tried for my mind;

He is like a dirty disgusting smog all over mankind.

I know I am not what I am supposed to be;

The hole I'm in is as deep as the deep blue sea.

My heart is aching with a deep dark dread;

Always in confusion and wondering what was ahead.

I operated on my values and his form of grace;

My confidence shakened and I could not keep His pace.

I am so tired of the struggle in my mind and my soul;

I am close to giving up on my being, for I've paid the toll.

There may be a way of escape for me;

Oh! Please! Lord, before it's too late, let me see.

I long to serve you but I feel as if I'm in this trap;

My trouble is I listened to too much of his rap.

Knock down the walls that surround me with despair;

For there is a little bit left inside, that really does care.

I need relief that is forever done;

Something to let me know my race has been won.

So no matter what you think about my word;

You already have victory, the rest is absurd.

So rest with confidence, put your trust in me;

Pomp and circumstance are not what to see.

Get a vision of your work completely in His rest;

Lean on me and you'll overcome him, and pass the test.

Your struggles in life are not in vain;

I paid the price so you could gain.

I know the ending before you came;

For I and my Father planned it, we are ONE and the SAME.

R.H. II , November 9, 1997

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