My feet have slipped into comfort
I’ve drifted away from contentment
Back then I had a longing to embrace recklessness and risk
Now I‘m not as quick to choose it.
Tiredness is not an excuse for apathy
Nor is struggle for complaint
I have not only signed the black line of this year
But a blood-sealed covenant with God.
When the initial excitement fades away
When the feelings of want are but a mist
I must choose to push through.
Push through the negativity, into a new definition of life
Picturing today as a blank canvas, tomorrow as a book
Painting the strokes of this masterpiece called existence.
I do this not out of obligation
But a longing for the mystery revealed to me
Because nothing inside this ever-changing reality
Is worth my devotion.
I plan to be as faithful as He first was to me
When He called my name in Eden, and I hid in disgrace.
Then there was a spark, a spark that spread to fire
When He clothed me, there was a pebble
That rippled through the water.
