I have made myself a fornicator:
Called my body my own
And did with it as I wished;
I have been forgetful.
I forgot the Master that crafted it
I forgot the price paid
I am not cheap.
I’ve forgotten these things.
He commands that my body be a living sacrifice
Kenshin is to devote or give life
I’m shamed by my own name…
Tenrai reminds me that God writes,
I’m a King.
Though my slave chains have been broken for years
I’m sometimes still trying to find them
I like them.
I like to pretend they were made for me
That these hands and feet can’t change their fate
That it’s okay to fall in the same traps different ways
It’s progress, right?
Like walking backwards is moving forward
Who are we fooling?
Each of us is playing the same game
We flirt with flames
Afraid to walk away,
To pay for the better way.
We lust for easy.
It’s me too.
You are brave.
Courageous, strong, smart, and well on your way to success
Fix your eyes on your treasure,
Don’t look right or left
Chase that greatness.
It seems small
But God is making
No matter how much things seem a mess,
This’ll be for the best,
You are blessed to be injured in the name of righteousness
Embrace the pain.
Let it train your mind to find the way that’s true
Let eagle’s wings sprout from your spine;
It’s time you learn to fly
Let your hammering heartbeat
Let each deep breath be a fanfare,
Your feet stepping forward at the tempo of sixteenth notes.
May your body morph into symphonies of purity and justice
May the strength of holiness crown your head
And may each temptation that stands to face you be naught but grains of sand before your windstorms.
May we be grains of sand before your windstorms.
Live your life with the might to blow us away.
And when that dust fades, nothing will be the same.
Everything is becoming new.