JUDGE FOR YOURSELF They believe that I’m schizophrenic, a sociopath who believes in a lie, But I don’t have split personalities -- then again, neither do I! To form their initial hypothesis, and identify the root of my regression, The experts asked the following questions, to establish the depth of my repression: “If a bunny can lay an Easter egg, can the Maharishi be Santa Claus?” “Do you ever hear bright colors? How about a ladybug’s applause?” “Can we review your family history? Could your genetics be at fault?” “You suffer the effects of eschatology -- maybe we can cure you with Gestalt.” So I was diagnosed as delusional, for confessing my sins at the foot of the Cross, And sacrificing all earthly desires -- which can only perpetuate into further loss. I can’t argue that my faith is catatonic, and that my doctrine is monotone, I love Heavenly delusions, and Rapturous hallucinations I condone. Religion is considered a disorder, and Christianity a restrictive disease, Sacred compulsions, obsessions, and visions -- heck, I suffer from all of these!! I categorically pass through stages: active and residual, They’ve diagnosed my numerous deficiencies -- I’m considered one messed-up individual! I have annoyed all the analysts, because in therapy God’s Scripture I repeated, A frantic cry echoed through the halls, “Forget about the zip code, he needs to be shock-treated!” I thought the reason they sat me on their couch, was to discern the Light upon my face, How was I to know that they'd quickly identify me as a hopeless mental case? I don’t care much for inkblots, psychoanalysis is a drag, Free Association only makes me wonder, if the Rapture will cause jet-lag. I am convicted that Israel is the Promised Land, and that Jesus leads to Heaven, To this they just laugh and scoff, and tell me to seek employment at a 7-Eleven. Because I believe in the Resurrection, with the Bible as my witness, They are trying to sequester me into an asylum, for my void of mental fitness. They can form their own conclusions, I still believe in Jonah’s whale, They can certify me as crazy, believing in a fairy tale. They can lock me up and shut me down in a cell of padded foam, They can take my car, steal my 401k, and evict me from my home. They can do or say whatever they want, and continue to call me insane, But they can never shrink my Eternal Salvation, or diminish the power of Jesus’ Name. I AM DEFINITELY A JESUS FREAK -- AND PROUD OF IT!!!! :mdrmdr: :mdrmdr: :mdrmdr: :mdrmdr: H, you so crack me up! That was priceless. You need to frame that one and place it on a wall, so that, when we are gone they will realize who the true crazy is! A good friend of my, a born again believer is the Director for a mental health program. We discuss such as this you quote, often. We have both seen the increase on what we classify as demon possession and Satan capturing the lost. It’s so very sad! Except by Gods Grace, that could be me. thank you for the laugh! :prayer-hands: If loving God and desiring to be in Heaven is insanity, let me live in my delusions! Stop the world Lord, I wanna get off! Sadly they that often sit in judgment will be surprised when they themselves are judged. But don't take the bait. This isn't about sanity, reality or well being, but rather about spiritual blindness and hating of God just like the demons do! TR Yes indeed ... sadly the lost have this mindset ... “For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God.” I Corinthians 1:18 So thankful to have eyes wide open and trust in the finished work of Jesus on that old rugged cross and have been adopted into the family of God! On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross So I'll cherish the old rugged cross To the old rugged cross I will ever be true Proud to be a fool in the eyes of the World. :yahoo: 
The emblem of suffering and shame
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain
Till my trophies at last I lay down
And I will cling to the old rugged cross
And exchange it some day for a crown
It's shame and reproach gladly bear
Then he'll call me someday to my home far away
Where his glory forever I'll share
