And just when I thought I couldn’t take another step forward; face in hands, knees to cold bathroom floor. My heartbeat in rhythm as the shower drops pour-
You open a door.
Wringing hands and screaming into the empty night. Fists pounding the steering wheel; going nowhere…an endless drive-
You call me alive.
Hiding beneath covers, begging for relief; for a glimmer of hope. Making excuses, running from faces, and desperately trying to find my way back Home-
You lower down the rope.
So, I grab ahold, furiously trying to grapple my way back up out of this pit. Mud in hair, scratched face of dirty scars and bloody hands; I fall back against the cold ground of failed attempts-
You say, “Child, please don’t quit.”
So, with legs that shake from strained defeat and mistakes, I tremble upward towards your beckoning. “I can’t see where this is going!” I gasp.
“It will be worth it,” You whisper softly–“Your reckoning.”
And so, this is where you’ll find me; teetering towards the high places, emerging from mud and mire. Not quite who I was before- being refined by fire.
Tell the Lord, I’m headed home-
The devil is a liar.