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rain fall on me now
an outpouring; a cleansing
wash me, clean me, take me away
search out the blackness
and remove it from within
rid me of my sin

in a dead world, dying
in a fading world, crying
in a busy world, alone
in a searching world, unknown

why must i doubt this way
is everything meaningless
why can't i find my way
blinded by my hopelessness

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©2005-2009 ~rhapsody-bri
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juxtaposing cleansing and purifying with submerging.
searching was resulting in drowning....

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:iconwalshy88:
It's an interesting concept - I guess sometimes the two are not that different. I like how you've mixed the almost religious image of cleansing with the terrifying image of drowning. Nice work!

Walshy88 x

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"When the power of Love overcomes the love of power, the world shall know peace." - Jimi Hendrix
:iconjonofox:
top work as usual! I like the middle lines the most.
:iconrustkill:
This poem conjures images of baptism and death for me.

It looks as though when the waters fall on you to wash you and cleanse you, you still do not feel hopeful and so you call out for more... But the more you call out and you don't receive the cleansing you're after the more the waters seem to rise up to overwhelm you.

I think that the more we realise how hopeless the world is when the world shuns God... And the more we realise how hopeless we are when we do the same thing.. The faster we seem to feel like we are drowning in hopelessness. But often when I think about how aimless my life seems (when I try to work things out myself) I end up fearing the Lord more and more, and being amazed at him. He is where our only true hope lives, and it is amazing that he reaches out to people at all. Sometimes he works in mysterious ways though and so it can be hard to understand how he is working in our lives.

Anyway, I guess my point is that like Jonah, we sometimes have to be taken down to the lowest depths before we realise to simply trust in God. And we also have to try to die to our old selves. Like Jesus dying and rising again - is our cleasing baptism something like a death that we have to die before we can taste true life? If so, it's not an easy thing to do.

So.. you wanted me to comment and I said it was going to be something about death and baptism and coming through something to the other side...

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:floating:~katyj:floating:
A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator the smaller the fraction.
-- Tolstoy
:icondead-blackened-heart:
bravo! i loved it! wow tis great great great!!!!!:lol:

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:heartbreaker: hearts were ment to break, so get in line cuz im the only one working today:heartbreaker:
:iconjerry--mel:
can relate, very good. a big change from reading the bubble poem you just wrote! like this one though!

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