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

I ain’t enough

I ain’t fast enough. I ain’t tough enough. I ain’t rough enough,

but I know who is

I didn’t eat enough, I didn’t drink enough, I didn’t work enough

but I know who does

I didn’t rest enough,

but I know who does.

But I know who did

Jesus is my king. Jesus is my Lord. He didn’t just save me. He rules my life.

I gave him my cord.

I ain’t fast enough. I Ain’t tough enough. I ain’t gruff enough.

but I know who is.

I ain’t funny enough. I Ain’t wise enough. I ain’t smart enough.

But I know who is

I ain’t stubborn enough. I ain’t wise enough. I ain’t thoughtful enough.

But I know who is.

Jesus is my king. Jesus is my Lord. He rules my life. He lists me high. He lifts me to Him

He lifts me high. He lifts me to Him.

Choice

There are things I could give that He does not care for,

That He does not want,

There are things I could give that He would actively discard.

Things I give not because I want to,

but because I’m supposed to.

He wants a choice.

He wants to be chosen.

So he gives us options.

What do we choose?

Do we listen to Him?

Do we obey or do we choose something else?

Clay molded

I am but clay

I am molded by

the Claymaker.

I’m molded by the One who made me.

He knows what He made me for.

He wants to work with me

but still respects that

I have a choice.

He respects that He knows what He made me for.

do I respect what I was made for?

do I honor what I was made for?

Do I honor who I was made for?

Do I care what I was made for?

I want to I try to I care

I want to work with my maker.

I want to be what he wishes me to be.

I want to be what he desires of me.

I want to give him what He desires of me.

He has given me so much. How can I give Him less?

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