lost

It's remarkably easy to lose yourself in work once you get into it. It's a distraction from distractions for a sloth like me. It feels healthy, and maybe it is, but it's unusual.

"Shouldn't I be agonising over something worthless right now?"

Maybe this is just what I need.

"What I want and what I need are two different things... or are they? Maybe they're not so different anymore..."

Maybe I want to change.

"I hate change."

I hate to stagnate.

"I want to rest."

fix

I can fix my car, a bit anyway.

I can fix my computers, both of them.

I can fix bits of my house.

Why can't I fix myself?

here again

I am inspired to question at this moment in time why life is so cyclic.

I am not inspired to question why I am so vague... that I know... I'm a fruitloop.

Could that also be why life is so cyclic?

acrostic

Adam's child, I bore his brand,

Burdened daily, nightly, ever,

Chained by foot and bound by hand,

Death my only true endeavour,

Every move the act of sin,

Following the first man's ways -

Guilty hands stained from within

Have no will themselves to change.

I was helpless, without hope for

Justice must be satisfied -

Kinder men have been condemned -

Life lived well can never end

My sin and leave me justified.

Now my life is freed forever

Of that bondage to decay,

Purified of sin to never

Quake within death's hold again.

Ransomed by Messiah's blood,

Sin-stained hands made sanctified,

Trusting only in my Lord

Until by Him I'm glorified.

Victory in Jesus' Name -

What a treasure, giv'n so free!

Xenophilic God who died,

You who rose to justify, my

Zenith You will ever be.

-- Iain Hart