Affections

It's right before waking and what to I dream But shouting and swearing I've let out a scream My car not just opened (now dreaming this oft) But outside was broken the mirror torn off. I often dream scratching the outside - my fault Or fail to make tight some significant bolt, But here when reaction almost curses God, I'm troubled and burdened by what has gone on. For mind to be captured so strongly by car Don't say it's embroiled - no, materialist's war? How frightful to see how affected we are By things that are earthly and don't take us far. I find myself taken by things that I do Each flatt'ring obsession I think on and chew. It's time to renounce and loose those old bonds By the death of the cross I pray they'll be gone. If I cannot shake this series of dreams I'll find transportation by some other means. Save all my affection for Christ and His Word Shout in that direction and pray it's made heard. For why should I waste breath and thoughts that I need For speaking of Christ to make known His great deeds? So sitting here weeping This only my prayer World-things be untangled And out of my hair.