Thursday, December 13, 2007

diety

Control and composure, the two deficits of my nature
My life rises and sets, but the sun keeps on…
“Why can’t I change” I cried
“I cannot win! The moon defines the tide, but I can’t even control my eyes
I AM NOT GOD!”
As the wind blows by, I sigh, and my shoe comes untied
…I am undone…
Make me a lily, neither will I labor or toil, unrighteous plans left to foil
You are the truth, the definition, and the question. I am unworthy of Your punctuation
I AM NOT GOD!
I AM NOT GOD!
I AM NOT GOD!
I am a man, fallen and fully dependent to be lifted off these dystrophic legs and carried
home.