I Spit on Myself Plenty!
Forgive me, Lord, i will always be far from pure and very pleased not to be proud in my eyes. If my heart were so clean i wouldn't need all this medication. i know You are the best cardiologist i'll ever have. i wait for You, Lord, even though You have already saved me. Keep me shielded from those with a flattering tongue, the born strokers, and those who raise suspicion in a multiplication of words. Make me aware of others and their delivery systems.
i've thought my heart was once in Hartford, CT until about a year ago, watching from my motel room window somebody minding his own business talking on his cellphone while walking to a bus stop and getting struck violently on the side of the head. i wish i had had the foresight to carry down a bag of ice with me when i ran down to check on him to see if he was all right. He didn't seem to be that shaken over it, like it was just a part of every day. You wanted me to be a witness to that, Lord. Maybe You want me there to bring peace and safety to others? --[Proverbs 21:1]
Boy have i made some stupid choices and decisions in my life. Help me to make better decisions, Lord, to a point where i can weigh my heart almost as perfectly as You can. Lately i've noticed that my salivary glands are beginning to anticipate the bite, starting to spray as soon as my mouth opens. Is that a price i pay for being older? i don't need an enemy spitting at me. i spit on myself plenty! Make my way right, Lord. --[Proverbs 21: 8]
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