Lethargic

does my discourse lead to action
or is my faith just planted in theory
do I dare to find You in insecure motions
when it's so comfortable to find You here.
these motions that bring no emotion
are like an easy Sunday nap
lethargically but comfortably
I again move about.

Cycle

I make a mess
of this faith that I confess.
Unable to rein in myself
my passions and my pride.
And as my needs and ego grows
Faintly, I think I hear the rooster as it crows.
Why am I so easily satisfied?
too many times already I have cried.

Bigger Than Me

"Our Father in heaven..."
What do you mean, that I have to share?
My life is the center, adjust my easy chair!
How I've shaped you and molded your image
Creating my own personal deity to grant my demands.
Expand me to your glory. A life lived by your plans.