it's late.
I've got one of those :s balls of emotion stuck in the pit of my stomach
signal for tawgtime plx
the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary
Am I lost or just less found?
On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
An avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become
today, I met a new friend
who reminded me
that I was born to be
a window for this world to see
The God who made me
I was made to live
I was made to love
I was made to know You
I was made to love You
I was made to show the world
just who You are
and a more wonderful job I will never know :)
I <3 my God