At times, I’m floating on the deep waters of His love
Rollicking with no care for what the world held
High, untamed from no joy whatsoever
My heart calmly settled, plenty satiated
Like He held a drop of heaven right in my mouth
At times, I’m falling through space unsure of when I’ll hit the ground
My faith flopping into a puddle of stinking filth
I’m left a soul bereft a holding foundation
Clawing doubt raging through me deplorably
A temple with no desire to worship
I’m left undone, an inconclusive joke for a solo audience
My actions now drawn by fear of rueful peril
Drowning in the turbulence of worldly uncertainties
Wryly seeking exemption from any reliance
Yet still yearning redemption from a power I fail to yield to
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