Here I am again.
Disappointed in myself.
How can whole days go by and I not spend time,
with the One who made, can fast forward, and delay time?
"I don't have time."
I might as well nail Him to the cross...
yup. I did that. He took on my loss.
Perfect One. Took my filth. Shed His blood. Made me new.
Eternally grateful I am.
Yet:
Actions speak louder than words, it's true.
Overdue
is my time, of checking out of this world, out of my day
and into His arms.
Outstretched for me
but I push past; ignore the sounds
of alarms
of the Holy Spirit, pressing on my heart
"Your tank is low, come here. Be refueled."
"I'm too busy."
"I'm tired."
Bunch of lame excuses.
There is no excuse, because life without Christ is useless.
And I wonder why when I'm ignorant to His call,
everything feels filled with stress?
Little things bother me, I feel like crying, I'm a mess.
I'm running on empty.
My thoughts running astray.
It is utterly amazing to me
how You promise to stay.
Thank You, God.
I love You.
