oxyMORON
i’m so scared of the dark
and yet i walk in it–
lies frustrate my entire being
but still, i believe them.
jealousy kills grace
and i’m oh, so guilty.
i’ve never been in a courtroom,
but i judge harshly.
i say truth defines me–
but seemingly, i run of it.
i am POWERLESS . . .
still, self-reliant.
in order to get respect, you give it
and i fail.
cutting hurts my heart,
but my remarks are so sharp.
peter doubted,
but i’m supposed to follow Jesus.
approval of men isn’t everything,
but i’m driven by fear of rejection.
pride leads to big heads–
man, i’m bloated.
comparison leaves no room for relationship–
i’m all alone.
but . . .
oh, what a sweet, sweet but . . .
his grace is sufficient
his power . . .
made perfect in my weakness.
he is the light–
may i . . .
and we . . .
may we walk in that.
what a sweet, sweet but . . .
slow to anger and quick . . .
quick to love.
what an incredible God.
how sweet this sound:
forgiveness
redemption
beauty
truth
SWEET.
