I'd like to turn the other cheek.
And take every hit.
Oh, but I am weak.
And in that dead spot, my God is strong.
And I wonder if I had listened better,
Would the pain have gone on this long?

I start to think I know nothing.
I still think this, if we're being honest.
Like I am gasping for His truth,
Drowning in a sea of carnal knowledge.
It is not about you,
or I
Or even college.
But all the ways He speaks the proof
of the truths I do not want to acknowledge.

I am broken,
like a needy, desperate youth.
Crying for His calmness.
Jesus,  I need you.
I pray I see this through-
Fearful of becoming fallen.