Sold your soul

Sold your self

Sold your heart

Sold your baby

Sold your rented wife…

I flip through the channels of life

Realizing

Visualizing

What is out there

For me

An Ocean

A picket fence

Peace

Love

In a treasure chest

I set sail to find it

I have my weathered map

A broken compass

Yes I have lost my way

But heaven she routes for me

And Jesus he offers a cigar

He knows the bottles empty

And I need him to go far

Sold your soul

Sold your wife

Sold our Baby

And I may be just a writer lost in

A box of crayons

But I know

I am not for rent

I take the sign down

Wash out the bloody footprints left in a bruised heart

Set the pictures on fire

Put up the for sale sign

And the devil offers me suggestions

I turn my head

I see you driving the street now

Now that I am gone

Never bothered to find me

Before …

Not for rent

Can you see?

And maybe

You are here pouring out in these lines

But treason

Cannot be forgiven

Honor has her Armor on….

Written by-Amy Everett

10-16-05

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