Ebb and Flow
Every day it begins again, the same old things I wish would end
temptations rear their head to say, “you ain’t different today…”
Enticing me to defy as the tether of the old man knots and binds
from thought to sin I fade away, my soul burns from lines so frayed
The old noose tightens, snared I become, indulging self serving wisdom
the world laughs at my calamity, but my Christ drops a tear for me
He sees my struggle and simply waits, knowing well beyond that state
through the furnace, tested and failed, until I reach for hands once nailed
Try to sever the tightened lead, gripping hands strain and bleed
my soul screams in empty pain, for a respite from my sinful shame
Well into the ebb and flow of things which I should already know
my own efforts fall dead in vain, a broken man to knees again
I’ve been in this place before, where my own will do I abhor
weeping pangs of flesh so weak, in that realm I hear Him speak
He chides me slightly in Him abide, with hands once nailed held out wide
for my savior, like times before, broken flesh left on the floor
Toward His grace I trudge through mire, seeking my soul’s true desire
I fall into Him, battered and torn, but through His grace I’ve been reborn
~JCsZealot
