Resisting Arrest

I’ve been resisting arrest, as if I were about to be taken to jail.

What is it that you want from me? I haven’t done anything.

I’ve been resisting arrest, especially because you’ve been coming after me.

I take it as you being the bad cop, versus any good one, Good cop, bad cop.

There’s been so many bad cops,

trying to lure me in, trying to talk sly in my ear,

To accuse me of a crime,

That’s already been forgiven.

I’ve been taking beaten after beaten,

that I can’t seem to identify that you’re the good “cop”.

A good cop that actually wants to see me free.

I’ve been going here, I’ve been going there,

Seems like I’ve been going everywhere.

Trying to duck & dodge your every move,

As if I were in a boxing match with some of the best, something like Tyson.

You seem to be tracking my every run, my every swing.

The ultimate GPS.

The one who can always track my exact location,

no matter where I end up.

What is it that you want from me? I haven’t done anything.

All I can see and imagine is you trying to put me in a cage, as if I were the wildest animal,

Snarling & foaming at the mouth, forbidding you,

from making me go in.

But it would appear as though, from way up above,

Since your thoughts are way above mine,

Your ways, are far better than mine,

It’s the complete opposite,

You’re doing the complete opposite,

You’re trying to give me the key,

The key that sets me free.

Fighting back, with everything that I have,

Just to get you up off of me.

Feeling like a patient who’s been committed into going into a psych ward.

Refusing to be taken in.

Shouting I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy.

But there’s indeed something wrong with me.

You’re trying to cure me, but I don’t wanna go there.

You’re telling me, that you know the cure,

So we have to go there.

I’m trying to escape your every move,

I’ve been running off into what has now been the wilderness,

Just seeing how I can hide, but I’m still in plain sight.

But as I go there, I can see almost everything that haunts me,

And everything that has to be broken off of me.

Every bit of pruning that needs to be done for me.

I try to run, I try to fight.

I keep trying to hide in this plain sight.

But here yet & still, you’re still coming after me.

My child be free, as I hear a voice off in the distance.

Stop resisting me. I’m not going to arrest you,

but it is I that wants to give you rest.

The rest in me, is the rest that you’ve been looking for. It’s the rest that you need.

I know that you’re tired, tired of fighting. Fighting against me.

But it is me, who just simply wants to set you free.

So would you stop resisting.

Start submitting.

Please surrender.

And put your hands up.

No I tell Him, as I respond back to His voice.

What is it that you want from me? I haven’t don’t anything.

You’ve done everything, except abide in me.

You’ve done everything, except receive all of me.

You’ve done everything, except receive the one true love that you’ve been searching for.

When will you stop running? And submit, versus resist?