Beauty Provokes Pain

by josh.hughey.526

April 1, 2014

Beauty came and beauty died,

the beauty of our love inside,

our hearts crying out with pain,

please take my pain away.

Let me feel the pain,

coming down like the rain,

fashioning a crown of thorns,

oh how hell burns.

Beauty came and beauty died,

the beauty of our love inside,

our hearts crying out with pain,

please take my pain away.

My tears are streaming down my face,

ripping through like a razor blade,

how they consume my every thought,

those demons that I caught.

Beauty came and beauty died,

the beauty of our love inside,

our hearts crying out with pain,

please take my pain away.

How it must hurt them to know,

I was bought from down below,

through the death I will slay,

all those demons in my way.

Your word is my sword,

strong as a fortress,

down will they yield,

legions of the demon host.

Beauty came and beauty died,

the beauty of our love inside

our hearts crying out with pain,

please take my pain away.

Guide me in your ways,

or I too may be slain,

free me from the dark of night,

and illuminate me in your light.

Beauty came and beauty died,

the beauty of our love inside

our hearts crying out with pain,

please take my pain away.

Some of these demons clawing deep inside,

tormenting my conscious state of existence,

oh how unbearable the pain will be,

for now I share death with thee.

Beauty came and beauty died,

the beauty of our love inside

our hearts crying out with pain,

please take my pain away.

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josh.hughey.526Apr 1, 2014

<p>I wrote this poem out of a very dark and broken period in life. My belief is that the beauty in our lives provokes us to endure pain so that we can grow and endure the challenges set ahead of us. This can be applied to any area of life really, though for the purposes of this contest I would say it would best describe how my one job is to dedicate my life of suffering to my personal savior, Christ, and that his life has transformed me in the present and forever will continue to change me. Its a dynamic force that will never cease, so to say one job will change my life is rather an understatement as the whole of my job is to change my life in a cyclical way of prayer and petition.</p>

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