(Everyone sins. I know I did. For a bit (and this happened yesterday) I sinned on some thorns I can’t get off. I was guilty-naturally; I fell apart, slightly apart. It wasn’t until today I could finally shake it off. While talking to my Aussie friend from NationStates,I felt relieved. This also gave me an idea to write: it took a while to write it in my cellphone and write it over in my notebook while I was in the library.)
I’m tired by the motions
Wish You would come down and save
‘Fraid I’m braking something
tempted to my contempt
I need You closer, washed and folded
Tried and trialed again
Must I return now to my past
No way I’m not going back
I can’t find You in this drought
I can’t find You in this drought
I will smile when the mist takes over
I will sing when the melody stops playing
I know that even in this place
I know that even in this time
I know that even in this land
I know that You are here
(NOTE: I sang this song at today -Friday’s- Christian Club.)