Pain Heals (feat. Lorraine)

Pain, Pain, Pain
Sits in the higher echelon of my soul at the ledge measures of torment
Running around like a pat on back message, lying to me, in me
It's the inner deep soul lashing voice, lashing me from The Throne of Jehovah's Mercy
I lie in my secret place, my lonely place
At the end of rejection is a place of torment
Set to be sidelined, fired off, outlined is my false demeanor talked about by the world

It's the world, not the Kingdom of the Creator, the setter of life and death before every Soul under the sun
I run around from fake friends to fake friends hoping to find peace, much lax at feisty Tongues lurking in the dark alleys of the cities of doom
I hear His Voice say leave this place, leave these people
Suffering from loneliness, its never easy when you relegated by the world
The voice of reason, the voice of mincing no words
It's the voice fiery in presence cutting you off from umbilical cord of death

They fed me lies for many years
They teased me for eternity
Eternity was the pain in eternity
Pain setting, edging the syntax of doom
I lace myself with full armor
It was pain, they saw no lame soul
Running at taming measures, controlling me was a leisure mode

When I was in junior school, they bullied me
Blinding me, in hindsight was the cause
Faking handshakes and hugs was the altercation of torment modes
I say pain was grafted at an early edge

Staying with my parents, well The God of the earth and universe says they are your Guardians
I released you into their care when I created you and deployed you
My siblings going to boarding school while I was chained, made to wait three months for Them to come back
Being an indoor kid, ain't easy, you can't peel it to quotas of loneliness
My guardians were made to protect me

I was the kid running in lagging sets of usual blinding
They nudged my vision at the birth place, lacing in me darkness of the jungle of hell
Many years running past the economies of my life The Creator had imputed in me
Pain measures, setting leagues of souls saying you are not this, but you are that
Jehovah saying you are this, them saying you are that
Had to learn in the jungle fighting demons of torment for many years

Not telling anyone was tough
Sin lurking behind shadows, casting spells trying to entice me to sin
Leisure modes presented at feisty modes I reject
His blood hiding the gift in me, the seed in me
No one knew that the Twenty-four elders chose me at the Father's instigation

Pain healing me, telling me I am enough
Running at the pain, making the pain run every part of my being
Soul pain grafted, its Him setting Himself in me

The living means of sin, no grasp of sin is on me
Without fear or favor, His Judgments rule
No man utters a controlling word to circumvent the word spoken over me by Him who Deployed me to the rugged land at the ledge

It's the end running through me, it's the pain speaking through me
Marked by Yeshua's wounds He put in me
I dodge the arrows of death at the death chambers ignited by the death propounders
Hear this! Pain heals, Pain heals

Pain heals, pain eases, His Power enters the pain mode
Imputed in me, grafted in me, it's the pain that heals
Pain nurtures the Seed of Fury
Pain, pain, pain, pain