I fall to my knees for this my LORD I plea,
In this hour alone, and surely stand stoned,
For fear will face me to meet me where I flee,
Still I run away,
This cup I pass to pray as a rivers end meets sea,
So my eyes they flood into thee,
In many ways, I feel I've dug my own grave.
A friend, what does it mean?
Obedience, what does it bring?
Knowledge comes easy, easily obtained.
Wisdom the greater but, only through pain,
This I ask for, to surround,
To near the backbone to growth,
And therefore to clear convictions
That draw me, closer to lead me
Decisions to flow with thoughts to bring healing,
Truth to perfection my spirit discerning,
But, in all that I've learned I am still learning,
That the plague of my life I must fight,
To survive these self same truths revealed to me,
To be the absolute,
Change starts a thought and can only be taught,
With deep concern,
The heart through the mind through time, learn
Wearily, I divide, called to disunite
Afraid that they may scatter but rather they gather.