Thursday, December 31, 2009

crossed lines


Could somebody please put my conscience on hold?
I'm not listening to it's strains,
it's anxious protests fall away,
no, I'm not sold
even though I know

In the heat of the moment
you never count the cost
The hardest line to draw
is the easiest to cross

I came, I saw, I encountered
the very line that I drew yesterday
but I can't say that I conquered,
when I fell right into yesterdays mistake
The first time it was drawn,
I swore to never cross it
but all of my resolve
crumbled and I lost it

I fell again.

Could somebody please take these chains away,
I already know I blew it,
but now I just have to get through it,
and learn from my mistake
because I know

Right does not mean easy,
because easy has it's flaw
The easiest line to cross you'll find
is the hardest one to draw

I came, I saw, I encountered
the very line that I drew yesterday
but I can't say that I conquered
when I fell right into yesterdays mistake
The first time it was drawn,
I swore to never cross it
but all of my resolve
crumbled and I lost it

I fell again

Somebody has made a way for me,
when I crossed the line,
His arms spread open wide
the line that I crossed carved the shape
of the tree on which He died
so that I am free...

1 comment:

Jayda said...

Jess, this is beautiful! I really like it. That's so true that choosing what's right doesn't mean it will be easy. I've definately expereinced that more than once.
I love you Jess, and I'm praying for you! <3