We Are A Broken People

We are a broken people.
But we do everything in our power to forget it.
We are dead men walking.
So we redefine life.
We are drowning in pain.
We pretend there's no such thing.
We are hollow empty shells.
We paste yellow smileys over our soul-screams and tell each other we're loving it.
The soft, piercing notes of hope break into the clouds of death
We put our fingers into our ears and sing loud "la-la-la"s to block it out.
We are an incredibly stupid bunch.
Thank God,
There is a Redeemer!
He pursues
He hunts us down
He shatters the bars of death
He wakes us and breathes sunshine into our rotted lungs
We are alive for the first time
Captured and rebirthed by Healing
We open our blind eyes
We live, and our heart begins to beat out the song it was created to sing.

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