Survive

The survivor, struggling, fights while the strong have staked their claim.

Shows grace, style and strength; producing in the same vein of excellence not backing down.

The strong survives but the survivor perseveres and stays the course.

The survivor knows the way.

3 comments on “Survive”

  1. God, you’re my last chance of the day. I spend the night on my knees before you.
    Put me on your salvation agenda;
    take notes on the trouble I’m in.
    I’ve had my fill of trouble;
    I’m camped on the edge of hell.
    I’m written off as a lost cause,
    one more statistic, a hopeless case.
    Abandoned as already dead,
    one more body in a stack of corpses,
    And not so much as a gravestone—
    I’m a black hole in oblivion.
    You’ve dropped me into a bottomless pit,
    sunk me in a pitch-black abyss.
    I’m battered senseless by your rage,
    relentlessly pounded by your waves of anger.
    You turned my friends against me,
    made me horrible to them.
    I’m caught in a maze and can’t find my way out,
    blinded by tears of pain and frustration.

    I call to you, God; all day I call.
    I wring my hands, I plead for help.
    Are the dead a live audience for your miracles?
    Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you?
    Does your love make any difference in a graveyard?
    Is your faithful presence noticed in the corridors of hell?
    Are your marvelous wonders ever seen in the dark,
    your righteous ways noticed in the Land of No Memory?

    I’m standing my ground, God, shouting for help,
    at my prayers every morning, on my knees each daybreak.
    Why, God, do you turn a deaf ear?
    Why do you make yourself scarce?
    For as long as I remember I’ve been hurting;
    I’ve taken the worst you can hand out, and I’ve had it.
    Your wildfire anger has blazed through my life;
    I’m bleeding, black-and-blue.
    You’ve attacked me fiercely from every side,
    raining down blows till I’m nearly dead.
    You made lover and neighbor alike dump me;
    the only friend I have left is Darkness.
    Psalm 88 – The Message Bible

  2. Bob Dylan wrote the above song

  3. Shadows are falling and I’ve been here all day
    It’s too hot to sleep time is running away
    Feel like my soul has turned into steel
    I’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t heal
    There’s not even room enough to be anywhere
    It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

    Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
    Behind every beautiful thing there’s been some kind of pain…
    …I just don’t see why I should even care
    It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

    Well, I’ve been to London and I’ve been to gay Paree
    I’ve followed the river and I got to the sea
    I’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
    I ain’t looking for nothing in anyone’s eyes
    Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
    It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

    I was born here and I’ll die here against my will
    I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
    Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
    I can’t even remember what it was
    I came here to get away from
    Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer
    It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there.


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