Hollow roads of broken dreams lead to destruction.
My mind, my heart and soul are open to spiritual instruction.
Who am I to negate these feelings? In this path of life to navigate.
I am who the Lord made me to be, my spirit won’t allow me to exaggerate.
Most will follow wherever the wind blows. Neglecting who they are in the Lamb of God, following wolves in sheep’s clothes. It’s as walking through the desert lost, finding a well that draws no water out.
It’s a shame that the Lord’s flock are being led to the slaughterhouse.
No direction, saying to yourself that you’re open to change and not willing to accept correction.
An unsure mind, walking blind, lost in your own recollection.
It’s one thing to be sane and lose your mind,
Yet another to be brave and lose your spine. Courage starts when you lead with your heart.
Which paints the character of your being, from the mind of a genius, is a work of art. Hollowed roads of broken dreams,
Lies of deception through open schemes. Who are the elect to travel this path?
A path of wrath as the devil laughs.
Selling your soul is equivalent to selling your compass as you remain lost.
You can’t buy it back, once you take that detour, ask yourself, what is the cost?
I’ve been bought with the price of my savior’s blood,
That innocent blood of unconditional love.
Something you could never buy or sell on this road to hell.
The sin of man separated us from the destination where the heavenly dwell.
The choice is yours which road to follow. Broken dreams of a road that’s hollow.
© Isaiah Daniel McCowan