Walk

I take steps in Christ.

I walk back and forth

I learn to walk again on legs that can’t go forth

I learned this new thing, as I learn to walk again

a new way of moving, a new way to attend my faith and my will.

A new way to be

this skill of walking with these things of legs.

These feet, these things at the ends of my limbs

as I take steps for the first time, it should have happened years ago

and yet it still feels new. I stumble and fall

and I cracked my head. I cry and hurt

and I see that I’ve bled.

The alcohol and weed are the things I used to soothe my pain.

To ease the wound

to try to wrap it up again.

As I walk in Jesus, I cry to you instead.

You are my peace and my comfort

You heal the wounds, better than I ever could.

Walking with You, is harder than before.

Walking with You, means going through a

door of challenge and difficulty and hardship I will never guess.

All I know is it’s not easy. And it’s a skill. I confess

there are times I want it easy. There are times I want it not to be

and yet it’s better to walk with You,

to follow in your footsteps.

It’s better to walk in You

to cling to Your side

though it makes and shatters my pride