Spirit’s Divide
I'm a shield and protection, my choice and election unsure-- Yet, it Pure, purely burns inward, turns. Lesson learns me to FEEL...BE... CONSUME all the air in the room-- It's too much, much too soon…. Why right now? I'm not ready. But, HOW? How to harness this truth? And I stand, taken in, with a spin. It begins…. Knowing grin-- I can't win. Full of sin Pumping thick in my blood…. So I stand, Lock my love into. Me. Gaze above…. And it's real, really there in my flesh, tries to tear, Bear me up deep inside through my Spirit's divide. Promptings strong, wake my night-- I must now Testify, bare my soul, Choose the Right by the Light of the Moon. Shadows soon catch the tune of my thoughts. Make, immune me from turning away— So I stay at the Front And I pray, Pray my feet give no way-- Flex my faith In the Dawn of the Son. Feeble crust of His Bread Tastes pure hope in my head. Soaks me up to the