Savior Son
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I’ve actually tried to write a Christmas thing twice now. Ha. Never been able to set down and plan a theme. Still didn’t work this time. Oh well. This came out instead. The little writer dude inside my head only does what he wants, and if I complain and make him mad, he stops speaking to me. So anyway.
Somewhere between the sands of time I lay gazing,
Deep inside the remnant of my shallow mind.
Waves of yesterday crashing,
Into the dismal now of time.
Brazenly howling at the night,
While secretly longing for the dawn.
The things I can’t control,
Roll aimlessly along.
Will my house of cards come crashing down with the newsreel played at nine?
Or can I safely hide behind the confines in the corner of my mind?
Pretending all along,
That I’ll never need to cry.
.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
The puppeteer is there,
Trying to make certain,
That the things you think you need,
Will protect your soul from hurting.
Meanwhile Master prepares the plow.
Fallow ground and heart,
Will be His only venture now.
But only if my knee is bowed,
will is broken/His Will allowed.
My comprehension remains undone
Exchanged for Life,
Yielding to the risen Savior/Son.
Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2020
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