KungFuYou

When I start with the man in the mirror. I can't help but focus on the raw unwanted flaws. On the crooked, set back details. I find them so quickly. I hold onto them so tightly. And I wonder, how did I end up this way? Why am I fine tuned to imperfection. How can I take a masterpiece of creativity and labor and focus on the tiniest little section. Is it a matter of the eyes or a matter of the heart. Where does the fine tuning start? Digging and uprooting to find the source, I come to find out that a lever has been pulled, and the weight of the world anchored it to my core. Every minuscule word from society added up to a wall of depravity. Slowly and steadily stealing my connection from the Molder of my being. From the former of nothing. From the Silencer of storms. From the Painter of the sky. And slowly and steadily gave me new eyes. Reflecting the world, and Dimming the heavens.

Time to kung fu kick that crap out of the way! I have been given the eyes of angels. I have been given the face of my Father. I have been blessed with the heart of servant. And the world is NOT gonna take that away from me!