I feel today
In so long its hard
For me to specify
...Nice to know you
Goodbye -- Nice to Know You, Incubus
I don't know how many times it has to happen, I never learn.
A kid touching the stove; its the same damn`ed thing every time. Can Man ever learn from His mistakes? Can I ever accept the freedom and redemption that God has so freely provided to me already?
When will I be able to pursue Him wholeheartedly? When can I be free of the curse I placed on my own heart so many years ago?
When can I
Go along
And frolic in
The field of flowers,
Beyond the Shack that no one knows,
before the forest where no one goes?
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