I tire of confused, pessimistic, meandering diatribes.
The wailings borne from a failure to meet expectations
Mandated by a self-importance of depressing proportions.
I lay down the spirit of the pharisee.
Lay down my idea of perfect servitude.
Lay down my crooked interpretation of living sacrifice.
Lay down the necessity to prove my righteousness
By crushing the passions You wove into my renewed heart.
You are the Author of my story!
You know Your handiwork intimately!
You know the purpose of the passions
That flood my life with joy!
My work is to take the step of faith.
And I am truly blessed, Lord Jesus.
For we walk through a garden bought with Your blood
And the path stretches for eternity.
It is tempting to neglect the present
To fixate on a still better future
And surely blessings abound
On the road ahead.
But Lord, there is so much to love
About the life I live now.
The fruits of this season
Are sweet and abundant.
And Lord, the stretch we've already walked
Was filled with weal and woe
But You guided every step
And I wouldn't change a single one.
So I thank You.
That Schrödinger needn't be consulted.
You eviscerated the snare
With Your death and resurrection.
You bless me with the opportunity
To live in Your creation and to create
To be a vessel of Your Spirit
To have Your praise on my lips