Why am I still clinging to this clay, mashing a mockery of your handiwork? Why am I not throwing myself on the cornerstone? A privilege, a weighty task.
I was made for more than this darkness I know I let win.
Your strength all around, and inside my weakness. Help me to stand my ground when the war starts waging. Ease this frustration, this flesh-led lacklustre life. Wake me up. Turn me upside-down, and shake me 'til it all falls out. Put me under microscopic glass: take a good hard look. Skeletal secrets walking hand in hand with darkness: I'm dying. Pair me with the light.
I was made for more than this darkness I know I let win. Slowly I am realising just how very much I need you. I need your voice, I need your love, I need your grace, I need you, God.