Bjcorbin's Blog

Though there are many who claim to know me

There are few who’ve ever seen my face

Though there are many who claim to seek me

There are few who are willing to turn or listen

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Though I am very old,

I am not concerned about being out of style

And while I am set in my ways

I cannot validate your accusations of intolerance

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Indeed, I am unyielding

But what is the value of a sword that bends at the armor of its adversary

Or a shield that succumbs to a fiery arrow

Or an anchor that lacks the strength to grab hold

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My pillars were built to protect you

But you flee them as though they were a cage

My wings were meant to shelter you

But you prefer the cover of darkness

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I come to set you free

But find you ensnared in a lie you’ve named “freedom”

Without me, you are a prisoner of your own mind

And a slave to your selfish impulses

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My banks were meant to bring you cool fresh water

But you’ve chosen to live within a swamp

You’re waist deep in your own filth

And sick from drinking of the mud

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It is my heart to help you

But I cannot waiver to your will

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I am not compelled by your eloquent arguments

Nor manipulated by your tears

I am not impressed by your tantrums

Nor am I swayed by the latest opinion poll

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I am not damaged by your slander of my character

Nor offended when you “dislike” my status

I am not lonely when you “un-friend” me

Nor intimidated when you picket outside my door

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You can choose to ignore me

But I will not go away

You can choose to disagree with me

But it only makes you wrong

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“I Am” the “Truth”

I was in the beginning

I will be in the end

And I will not be moved