Changes whispers through life and before you know it
everything looks different
The unknown is ahead and the you don’t recognize what just
happened - at some point control was forsaken
Perhaps it never existed…perhaps I thought that fantasy was
heaven-sent
Perhaps it is no longer even my choice which road is to be
taken
I lay at the foot of the cross and I ask God why
Why did You suffer for me so that I could fight You at every
turn of Your perfect plan?
Sometimes I hear beautiful people’s awful stories and it
makes me want to cry
Makes me wonder where I can find the justice of Your hand.
Juxtaposed and yet so simple
Is my silly human heart
I fight You and yet I love You so fiercely
Lord, You are dance, You are beauty, You are art
How many times can I lay down my life to submit to You?
Over and over and over again
Learning the same lessons and struggling to discover
something new
And rest in Your God-given zen
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