Radically Happy

How / 
Can I set them free / 
When they have imprisoned me?

I see a city / Seemingly under siege // Yet I see no enemy / No signs of battle / No threat…

There is no food / 
No water to drink / 
And no land in sight…

But where am I bound? / How will I get there?

I look at my hands / My right one says: > “Remember Jesus / > Tell them He lives” I feel a painful urgency / And strange elation…

The stone cell / 
Where I woke with amnesia / 
Was actually protection / 
Not imprisonment…

In a stone cell / Cold and alone // I don’t know where I am / Why I am here / Or even… who I am…

I am… a blade of grass. // One in an octillian / Small / Anonymous / Insignificant / Doomed to die…

Your heart is now ripe /
It is time for the final harvest / 
Where you will find your home…

Ever since that weird conversation with Ken, Barbie still has a lot on her mind. She thought the change to being human would change everything. She was wrong…

I have become / 
A hero of mist / 
Who sees like Jesus / 
Which makes me look like Jesus…

It was the only thing / 
That gave me purpose / 
And justified / 
(At least to myself) / 
All the horrible things I did…

Underneath / I am soft squishy clay / I have no internal rigor / To give me leverage…

Jesus. I agree. / Kevin. With which part? / Jesus. That there is nothing wrong with books and service… but they aren’t right for you. You were made to fight, and woo, and protect. / Kevin. I was made to be an accessory! / Jesus. Yes. / Kevin. What?!

He reaches out His hand / 
Asking for the map / 
I had recovered / 
Stolen? / 
From His wounded body…

I see / The store I destroyed / At the start of my rampage // And the store-owner / I had been avoiding…