Ahh yet another day of being in a funk. Just general nothing happening funk. Best described as unproductivly productive. Even I do stuff I still feel I have done nothing. Here is something I wrote sometime last month. And I am still at a loss of words. I think I am somewhat over burdened about the future and the struggles I face during this transition.


I heard your words
I saw your grace
I felt your love
You killed me

I tried oh lord how I tried
But I could not save myself
If only I listened
If only took it to heart

For on that day you killed me
Was the day you saved me
My mind was filthed
So much that only death to clean

You call
You call louder
You call again with thunder
You call until the Earth shook

When will I listen?
On life support I keep myself
I still greive its loss
Even though it pains me in sin

As wisdom prepared her house
She also told me to come
Eat and drink the bread and wine
To leave my ways and walk in understanding

As James told
I look at the mirror and forget
As do I to your voice
You love me

You killed me to have a new life
You give grace when I least deserve it
But have I ever thanked you?
Thank you for forgiving me and forgive me for not thanking you.