“who do they say I am?”teacher, preacher, healer, prophetrabbi, zealot, John the Baptist,
“who do they say i am?”a good man, a dangerous man,a wise man, a heretical man
the law instructs, and keeps us from all wrongthese guiding words to keep me in straight linescan these outward deeds rewrite my heart songwill these bonds bind my heart to his confinesinner thoughts, deepest heart betray me still what the world sees belies the life…
i don’t understand him sometimes.when there are things to do, places to go. i don’t understand why he stops. i question his sense of urgency. i doubt he knows what’s important.
drop them. leave them.
follow me he calls.
should I stay?
should I go?
the only life I’ve known
i will walkon the waters when the storm ceasesand the waves are calmand i see the Lord.
but if i walkon the waterson my terms and my conditionswill i walk by faithor by sight
This year for lent, I opted to do something different. Instead of fasting from food, or giving up a bad habit, I thought it would be more worthwhile to give my time into something positive, and something that would force me to actively focus on God.
