Drum thum, beat in my head of my heart
as I recite the commandment given to me
by the saint and by the one who came before, my Lord
Christ. Do not love the world,
but you are the world,
my desire of the flesh,
the thorn in my side.
You plague me day and night
in lust for you. You are darkness smothering me
in my unbelief, not trusting in Him but in you.
I find relief in temporary removal of pain.
Explain this to me. I pray
to walk in Him on Sundays surrounded
by others, but after slamming of stained doors
I walk in you. The love of the Father is not in me.
You are relief founded in unbelief.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
Drum thum, beat in my head of my heart
as I recite the commandment given to me
by the saint and by the one who came before, my Lord
Christ. Do not love the world,
but you are the world,
my desire of the flesh,
the thorn in my side.
You plague me day and night
in lust for you. You are darkness smothering me
in my unbelief, not trusting in Him but in you.
I find relief in temporary removal of pain.
Explain this to me. I pray
to walk in Him on Sundays surrounded
by others, but after slamming of stained doors
I walk in you. The love of the Father is not in me.
You are relief founded in unbelief.
