There is Ever Yet a Battle

There is ever yet a battle.

A constant fight for my attentions.

As though two lovers would have my heart.

But are they my lovers?
Am I theirs?

Do I choose

Do I love

The one that truly loves me back

Or do I prey into the consuming

Of the one who would seduce my destruction

The one who would seduce my destruction

It is though I am paper

Easily blown by the breeze

Easily burned by the fire

Carried away

And ashed

Then carried away again

There is ever yet a battle

One promises to keep and hold me

Protect me

Lead me

Love me

Guide me

One promises freedom

My wishes granted

No strings on my kite

But to fly free in the wind

Fly free to my destruction

False freedom seduces me to my destruction

So what do I do?

It is easier to please the moment’s desire

Than to work for the grandest of prizes

Yet is it worth it.

There is ever yet a battle

I choose the outcome

To not choose is to

I may choose to walk

Into the arms of love

Of my Lover

I may choose to stand still

Waste away

Into the icy claws of temptation

Momentary delicious temptation

As I write it seems plain and clear

Foolishness is evident with ink

If only I had a pen

For every moment of battle

There is ever yet a battle

And I have the choice

And I have the pen before me

And I have the wisdom before me

I will seize the moment

This moment of clarity

And pray it strengthens my wisdom

For there is ever yet a battle

There is ever yet a battle

And I will choose the outcome 

Your Hands Cover Mine

Have I put You first?

Have I put You most?

Have I loved You first?
Have I loved You most?

I fear these questions

For I fear their answers

I sorrow at these questions

For I sorrow at their answers

What is repentance

Without penance

Yet, I’m further from repentance

The more I give my penance

My sacrifice is nothing

Without obedience

I sacrifice nothing

Without obedience

You are holy

I am not

Great is your holiness

Great is my not

I look at my hands

I see their dirty weakness

I look at your hands

I see their perfect strength

I give my hands to you

Your hands cover mine

I give my filth to you

Your holy covers me

I am not

You are all

You took my not

You gave me all

Time after time

Curse after curse

Fail after fail

Sin after sin

My sin on a tree

The death of me

My God on a tree

The life of me

I look at my hands

I see their dirty weakness

I look at your hands

I see their perfect strength

I give my hands to you

Your hands cover mine

I give my filth to you

Your holy covers me

A price beyond what I can pay

I have found a Redeemer

A love beyond penance

I have found repentance

I am Yours, I am loved
Your hands cover me

I am Yours, I am loved

I am Yours, I am loved