I play the same song

over

I practice the same wrong

over and over

I read the same story

over and over and over

I forget His glory

over and over and over and over

I wait for the times where I can walk, barefooted,

freely on sand, and cement, and dirt, and garbage, and water.

When can my heart be free from pumping this hot

lead of oppression, of a tearing earthquake ripping

through me, taking me out of the gray area

I often linger in and forcing me to

pick sides.

Change when it is needed

This is not a one way road...

we have a choice in this.

What is your fame? Nothing.

Stop it.

Just because there is a connection,

doesn't mean it is the Connection.

Just because there is chemistry,

doesn't mean you've made gold.

When will you learn to guard yourself...?

Not giving over to everything that whispers

soft and smooth into your ear?

When will you be strong enough, ... or rather

when will you be given the strength

to hold up that strong, heavy shield to 

deflect the red-hot arrows...

those stinging touches...

those piercing eyes.

FULL GOD

FULL GOD,

come to my broken self.

come to my broken relationships.

come to my broken commitments.

come to my broken faith.

FULL GOD,

heal these open wounds

heal these open hearts

heal these open minds

heal these open people

FULL GOD,

You are Good.

You are Faithful.

You are Strong. (and You love me . . .)

You are Wise.

FULL GOD

You are full

      fill us

CLARITY

of mind:

you

cannot make a difference

so don't try

don't even attempt