Thursday, 13 February 2014
wresting "control"
a test to taste,
against my thirst,
a gravel throat,
sand-papered mouth,
and
roughed-up walls
of faith
shake down.
this precipice
that overhangs
and overhauls
and overbears,
and
captures prayers,
and
tenses shoulders,
head and stares,
for all i know
and all i care,
it's simply
#iamscared.
out of
control,
i never was
and
never thought to ask;
but found i am,
(afraid to find),
control is well
outwith my
grasp.
shamar,
Lord, Spirit,
transfix on
You,
entrust,
entirely to...Your hands,
disarmed
and dangerous,
under wings,
shivering in Your
song
i sing,
shamar,
in this
relinquishing...
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ReplyDeletegod will lead us on some pretty crazy adventures..
that will def make you feel out of control...
Sometimes being out of control is the only way to be IN control.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully sung.
ReplyDeleteIn relinquishing your voice to Spirit you will soon fear no evil.
Drink up!