DAY 2 – back from the edge

“Back From The Edge” by James Arthur (https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/jamesarthur/backfromtheedge.html)

Back from the edge
Back from the dead
Back before demons took control of my head
Back to the start
Back to my heart
Back to the boy who would’ve reach for the stars
Oh, he would’ve reach for the stars, yeah

I have always loved James Arthur’s music. Not because he won X-Factor. His lyrics have this intensity that reaches to the depth of the human soul. I love the way he acknowledges that the “demons took control of [his] head”. I know what that is like. You just believe lies about yourself. Everyone just keeps saying they are worried/concerned about you. Nobody around you can truly empathise with your situation. Personally, I think Mr Arthur have something in common.

You can take my home, you can take my clothes
You can take the drugs I have that nobody knows
You can take my watch, you can take my phone
You can take all I’ve got ’til I’m skin and bone
I don’t want control, I can dig my own hole
I can make my bed and I can lie in it cold

This is what STRIP THE WILLOW is all about. I want people to get to know the real me. I am not wearing a disguise any more. I love Jesus. I love His Father. I love the Holy Spirit. I love the Holy Scriptures. The Father is in control. The Spirit enables me to live in a world that hates people like me. Jesus loves me and gave himself for me.

‘Cause I don’t need heat, I’ve been burnin’ in hell
But now I’m back with my own story to tell

I have lived in HELL ON EARTH. There is no other way of putting it. STRIP THE WILLOW is my story.

Back from the edge
Back from the dead
Back before demons took control of my head
Back to the start
Back to my heart
Back to the boy who would’ve reach for the stars
Oh, back from the edge
Back from the dead
Back from the tears that were so easily shed
Back to the start
Back to my heart
Back to the boy who would’ve reach for the stars

Oh, who would’ve reach for the stars, yeah

They don’t like my lines, they don’t like my songs
Except on karaoke when they’re singing along
Did you see them build me up? Watch me tear myself down
With a smile on my face, I dug my grave in the ground
We all make mistakes, we’re so quick to judge
It’s hard to forgive when we hold onto a grudge

This is a very loaded paragraph. I know that my words will taste like lukewarm water to most (or half of) people who read them. I love one of my legal names. It is Hebrew for “God is my Judge”. I do not listen to the judgements of others. I do not even judge myself. If I did I would think too much about dying. It is my faith and hope in Jesus Christ that is keeping me alive in this messed up world.

So turn down the heat, I’ve been burnin’ in hell
But now I’m back with my own story to tell

Back from the edge
Back from the dead
Back before demons took control of my head
Back to the start
Back to my heart
Back to the boy who would’ve reach for the stars
Oh, back from the edge
Back from the dead
Back from the tears that were so easily shed
Back to the start
Back to my heart
Back to the boy who would’ve reach for the stars
Who would’ve reach for the stars, yeah

I don’t want control, I can dig my own hole
I can make my bed and I can lie in it cold
‘Cause I don’t need heat, I’ve been burnin’ in hell
But now I’m back with my own story to tell

I know that feeling when you can’t even be bothered to make your own bed. You feel lonely. You want a friend. Real friends are difficult to come by. There’s a proverb in the Holy Scriptures that says “iron sharpens iron, so one friend sharpens another”. Those are the kind of people I consider ‘friends’.

Facebook Friends /=/ Real Friends

Back from the edge
Back from the dead
Back before demons took control of my head
Back to the start
Back to my heart
Back to the boy who would’ve reach for the stars
Oh, back from the edge
Back from the dead
Back from the tears that were too easily shed
Back to the start
Back to my heart
Back to the boy who would’ve reach for the stars
Who would’ve reach for the stars, yeah

I do not ‘reach for the stars’. I trust the Morning Star. He is called Jesus. I love Him. He’s my big brother. He’s my LORD and SAVIOUR.

HE > i.

W.

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