The Breakers Journey

Testimony taken from For Today's new album 'Breaker'...

The Origin:

Fear,

Pain,

Confusion,

Rejection,

Powerless,

Helplessness,

How can I break this cycle of

hopelessness when I’m broken soaked in the spirit of anger.

With the roots of bitterness

rooted in the marrow of my bones,

flourishing through my soul,

oh my soul...

The Valley:

Sick and tired.

Trapped.

Body wrapped with sharp pain because my body wasn't made to contain all this rage.

My mind wasn't made,

my eyes weren't made,

my soul was not made to behold what shackles my soul now.

Bound by memories of being innocent.

Uncle sinning against me sexually.

Momma knew he was molesting me, smacking me across my face. I could do nothing.

Pops wasn't around to give me the time of day.

All I wanted was a time and place where I could be loved.

A hug from my mom was too much.

So I turned to lust on the net while I was hooked like a fish

as I click, click, clicked to watch porn flicks trying to find intimacy,

or an outlet at least.

But as I try to breathe and be at ease I see my mom in hell and the devil's breath on the glass,broken, this is my aftermath.

brokenness is my aftermath

The Encounter:

As I was thinking back,

back to a day,

where it was mid-day,

but the sky was black like midnight.

Seeing a lifeless body impaled by nails

suffering at the blast of hell,

caught my attention cause it looked like a blood bath as I

looked past and saw a broken man

soaked in the white hot wrath of God and I asked why.

I found some answers in His bloody face.

A face I began to recognize in the background of every instance of my life, I ignored.

Suddenly sense these spirits flooding, soothing my rude, rude soul.

Though ruined by the world’s view,

He wooed me,

though crude and without a clue and

screwed up out of my mind

He pursued me ‘til He made me holy.

Whole.

The Commission:

Life

Love

Forgiveness

Acceptance

Stripping demons right off my back trying to leach life off me,

get off me and feel my father's fury, oppressor.

One day you'll feel the full blast of his vengeance, Beelzebub above but for now I'll love.

Cause I got strength.

He blew courage in my backbone.

Now I'll stand straight and militant lining up in Jehovah’s battalion,

knowing you can't challenge Him so we march forward.

Swift as eagles, set like talons ready to grip souls from your grasp, slick snake in the grass my Lord sees you and vengeance is His.

But for now I retaliate,

propelled by a holy man made to heal ‘cause I know how bad it hurts.

Full of madness at first but now

gladness bursts out the seams of our beings ‘cause we overflow with the oil of joy

the ointment of the anointed

mending any torn soul

healing any broken bone

He is here.

He was there.

He is peace.

He is faith.