Honest moment...

You ever just wanted to be saved? Saved from the pain that you're use to. The pain is so normal, it's a cope. It's like the sickness is the cure. You're afraid of what's right, yet, the wrong is so addicting because you're familiar with it. How long will you lie to yourself? How long will you settle? Who leads the blind? Who cares for the souls that care too much? Who helps, "the help". Words mean nothing to those who aren't connected. They don't understand that the tongue is powerful. The power of the universe and frequencies, the vibrations of love. Do you live in wholeness, or is your walk filled with selfishness instead of selflessness? Do you know what it feels like to disappear daily in darkness without a spoken word of love received? Can you grasp the ache of a soul that feels alone, in a world filled with people? Who dares to be light, in someone's dark times? Perhaps you know a box filled with jewels are worthy, but none want ownership of such a rare commodity. How do you make logic of that? How does one not want to partake in greatness? What is love? How can you want love so badly, yet, ask of its being? Suffocating in ideas of what it is, to only not know of its existence, because you've never experienced pure mutual euphoria. To be saved, is to be loved. God is love. Jesus saves, and those that walk in his love are light. I'm tired of being in the dark, will you lead me, and be my light?