The Fake adds Weight

To the soul

To the face

To the life

Out front, it may impress others

But behind closed doors, depressed is the actor/actress

Oppression of ones happiness, is like birds wings that are, flap less

Lift the mask, expose the sadness

Discuss the issue and pursue gladness

Money can not buy love, it can however, produce admiration

Yet, when its gone, so are its admirers

Examine the measure of rejection in your life

Two of its symptoms are competition and spite

There is an appeal being made by your soul

“Deliver me of the hurt that has been untold!”

It refuses to allow You to live your life right

Yet the King, provided a blue print, to build your life right – follow it

What sits on the seat of your soul?

Is it the approval of men

The aquisition of gold

The inability to say no – when it should be told

Is it the pursuit of someone who doesn’t want you

Their actions speak the truth, but you refuse to believe it?

Is it a broken self confidence, that everyone notices

Yet, the mask continues to hide it, so the internal pain can continue its motive

To destroy you.  To abuse you. To depress you, so that you will retreat?

Away from the world and those who know how to pray for you

To share the Good News about the one who will be true to you

Who will speak to you, whose love will overshadow you, whose arms will continuously wrap around you – be free

Enough of, I will fake it til I make it.  Grab hold of God’s hand – He will show you how to truly make it. 

The Fake adds weight, hear me now. 

It will set your feet in concrete.

It will bound your heart. 

It will smear your conscience and distract you from focusing, on the person in the mirror. 

The person that God wants to hear him. 

He calls you. 

He wants to show you His way. 

He wants you to live your life according to His word and under His grace!

Matthew 11:30 shares, “For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” For this, you do not have to fight.  Its simply casting your cares upon Him, so you can take flight.

Drop the weight of the fake.  Give your soul a break.  Allow your spirit to obtain life.  In the one, who is higher than you and I.

You can’t soar, until you do.  Because the fake adds weight, that keeps you anchored to the ground, eventually your cry, will fade into the background, pulled away by the fake...