This precocious spirit can never admit sin tastes good
I'm not called to reap destruction anymore,
Yet the darkness shines and whispers lies.
Starve the flesh from temporary pleasures
this is the path to the father's heart.
why is there dust in my eyes in this desert place?
Lead me back to the path of love
but whose love is it, mine or my Lord's?
If happiness is the corner
Joy is the invisible, tangible glory You give.
If being used and rejected is the world's love
the deepest love is laying down Your life for us.
Daily my heart wonders
If all this lies broken how can it be made perfect?
Do all the stones that cause me to stumble
perfume the road to holiness?