you know my walls

All these things I can’t control

So I’m knocking, knocking at your door 

Have you been waiting at the doorstep?

As I surrender my need to surrender?

The answer is in my questions oh Lord. 

You pursued me, because I wouldn’t have come on my own. 

I’m praying for your fame, your glory, your honor. You know my path, my leaving and coming. 

Press through my walls, hold my hand. 

Let your holy wind push down and lift me up.

Season’s Conflict

I can hear acceleration whirring churning

Under the deep unmoving slumber 

Do not be caught without a thought

When all the green breaks through 

Excitement comes like a gift

When the frozen winds no longer sift 

Through the branches sleeping, hanging

Burdened by the sinuous ice.

Strong and slowly, roots will wake

Up and up, with urgency to break

Open wide the grand surprise, 

Spring is coming to winter’s demise