Darkness
The darkness flashes in my mind
Blinding my eyes and taking me deeper
I look up the cliff of my iniquities
As it grows ever steeper
With fear and trembling
My stomach it churns
Am I worth these breaths
Or are they earned
This mountain blocks my eyes
I am now lost
In a cage that will cost me
Hopelessly scarred by my towering trash
The furnace grows hotter
As it yearns to dash me into embers
Along with my hill made for hell
Death is ready for dinner
Damnation rang the bell
I might as well run to it
For to anticipate hades
Is a type of hades in itself.
The darkness is forsaken and beams of light rest upon me
But surely it was a mistake
For woe is me
I know the truth-the good the bad the genealogies
But me
I've accepted Christ
He said I along with Him I died on the tree
And yet I acquired a taste for broken cisterns
I saw sin
And desire burned away my love for God
I know His word...I know the answers
But my mind is a mediocre dancer
Always moving
Yet also tripping forsaking the cup of discipleship
For hell's treasures I'm drinking
And in retrospect I think
What was I thinking
Living water at my disposal
His precious word, pure never foiled
And I chased my heart
Ready to give up
My soul spills this art
Knowing God is
Loving His worth
He gave me by the Holy Spirit complete new rebirth
And when in faith I long for His presence
I also look back to understand the essence
Of His magnanimous present of Life
The Way and the Truth
But
I left my spouse and rustled under the covers in the bed of death
She stole my joy
My innocent breath
Again and again and again
But little by little the more she sought the more I ran
I began to trust in my Savior's loving plan
I began submitting to my King's reign
And I began to love His precious name.
He drew me and changed my longings
Yet she waits ever patiently
To kill, steal, and destroy
She knew me since I was a boy
She knows my lusts
She crushed my walls to dust
And I was the ox to the slaughter
The lamb on the table
This is no tale or clever fable
And so now I lay in the dark
Trying to remember the light of day
Thinking of what He would say
If only my heart would let me pray
Here I lay in the dark
With one crack of light seeping sharp
and in this dismal empty place
I hear a whisper, whisper, "grace."