The Lord woke me up this morning and I could barely get out of bed,
I could barely clear my head,
I could barely find my legs.
The lord gave me breath this morning
and I could barely breathe.
Asthmatic deep heave,
clutching my spirit to wheeze.
Grief is an infectious disease. Inviting death
we take our cross and we leave.
Lest we choose faith
we are deceived.
Lest we fight, we scath, we scratch, we bleed.
We attach, we weave
just to shave bald and yet tweeze.
Floor to my knees,
I pray, I fight
with all my might
to flee and be set free.
What a mighty God we serve.
temptation for destiny.
“why is death so pleasing to me?”
To work no more in heavenly peace.
Do you have any idea
how tired one must be?
To consider greet?
To kiss life complete
On its cheek?
Do you know how much stronger one must be?
To claim no fret,
God’s not done yet.
No shame, no debt, no gamble, no bet.
Just surety of his authority
that the Greater in me, is worthy so worthy
With much to reap and so much to sow.
So far gone and so much further to go.
Metal hook attached, I pull, I tow
Walk on water or row the boat
Less to tell and more to
Take your cross and be gone
Take your cross and go.