comfort

I have realized this week my distractability tendencies. This is a break from room cleaning; inspired by a scribble on a scrap of paper I was "organizing".
the papers are still untouched
case in point.

comfort

from love, from truth I cannot hide
they seep across the soul's divide
they cause my heart, my mouth to sing
and death to earthly treasure's bring

for how could I as one so blessed
live a life that I detest
and place my whole security
in something less than Sovereignty

my mind, my thoughts they are still cursed
my body groans to be made earth
my spirit yearns to be set free
and regain it's eternity

and so I strain, I struggle forth
longing for the second birth
waiting to be fully known
when finally arriving home