BAGGAGE

Wherever I go I carry them with me

I strain and I pull and I hold them up high

a portion a plenty but still I feel empty

to darkness I wander and draw ever nigh

why do I stumble off beaten path bloody

and why do I follow these feet?

My God watch in peril His eyes are a flooding

And call as He may all my hang-ups in me

Within I am filed by the lot overflowing

But drink from that cup do I fast-

Thirst as I may, metabolism slowing

There’s wind, yet no sails on the mast

I’m torn between self and new reality

Born new and then done with the old

The flesh still residue on my new body

Though “it is now done” I’ve been told

My heart does so beat for the Lord who is plenty

For all of my needs does He meet

But flow through the veins of my flesh there a leaching

When both sheep and goat do so bleat

My mind fights a battle of pride, lust and greed

But powerless, I must rely

Haughty eyes wander and think that I need

But now to myself I must die

There are things that I could get with my own strength

And they would indeed satisfy

But how far to wander, at what evil length

Will I to my Lord so deny?

Three times will the sound of my hurtful made choice

Resound in my selective ear

No word can I speak, for my life is my voice

Who would intercede and then hear?

In my opinion, I should get what is due

No more mercy, no love, and no grace

But with glossy eyes I look up at You

No condemnation, just love in your face

My will is a weakness that fringes my soul

A tattered old moth eaten robe

But You do reach out and You give me a pull

Is my conscience your internal probe?

Fill me again with your sanctity

And once more I will stand for your name

Save me from sin to your arms I will flee

And I know You’ll be happy I came

These chains that I carry, this yolk that I bear

I know it’s a big pointless load

Your burden is light, and that is what I will wear

No longer will I be a goat