where i let dust gather
(on the Word that breathes life)
i let myself become another:
broken, and twisted, and strange.
darkness coursing through my veins,
i slipped into a slumber,
into someone else's arms
and someone else's bed,
i crept - seeking what i once had.
now, as the Son rises in my life,
reclaiming what is his,
slaying the darkness again,
i find myself shocked,
by how much I had let the dust cover.
god, save me. I need you.
as you lift the scales from my eyes, to look upwards to your Son, I can see this past year stretched out behind me. I am angry at what I let myself become.
show me how to know that I am forgiven, because at the moment all I feel is shame, and that's not what I am called to. please release me from this, and let me be full of your joy and peace.
my little heart is aching, and I just need you Jesus