I’m prostrated
here on a ground swirling and sinking
with no chance to afford
what feels like the luxury
of your blessed assurance
and rescue.
The word calls favor
and inheritance
but lately
all I feel is destitution
and a lack of strength
no ground
no home
to call my own.
I would rather
spill blood
than sit in this torment
the voices behind glassy eyes
the accusations
of a hateful prince
one on the throne of dirt
concocting melodic lies
once singing sweet
now so harsh
upon redeemed ears.
You saved me
but I feel I just moved into a new pit.
I won’t be good enough
I never could be
and my heart is hurting
Father.
You suffered first.
Far greater than I.
A death that resulted
in the conquering of all
that is beneath my feet.
I step on this enemy
daily.
In authority
in truth
in love
in grace
by the blood
I’m stepping into a new reality
one made by your hands.
I don’t even have to think twice.
It is the time to be faithful unto
You
who has been faithful to me
since the very start.
Deeper still.