Why am I afraid? God my heart has never felt so spun. A child in the middle between home and what he has done. The old self never seems to be gone, while still believing the new has come. The struggles end, then something new. I keep forgetting, I gave myself to you.
Reel my roots into your sun. Growing strong by leaning into your rays. Through seasons of deciduous sleep, my life keeps spinning by as He constantly, abundantly, pleads for me.
My feet are in the earth.There can be no wandering off. My toes clutch the soil. Limbs keep waving—my will is caving.
The fall comes, the wind lingers, and leaves shed. They chase what they want, until curling up in a brown distraught.
Only I am left alive.
Reel my roots into your sun. Growing strong by leaning into your rays. Through seasons of deciduous sleep, my life keeps spinning by as He constantly, abundantly, pleads for me.
Where is the line between where I, where I stand and how I grow? If you believe then you are saved. Grace covers all of you.
And you are free to fail, so don’t you dare stay there. You are saved to so much more.