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.