Adopted - twice over - once for each kingdom
I’m tone deaf but it won’t stop me from singing
I write with my left hand, and do wrong with both
I struggle to take the yoke and don’t get along with my folk
Grace befuddles me and I hate complacency
Fail to live reverently due to legalistic morality
I recognize collision with rhythm of the physical
And desire to transition from prison to the spiritual
Existential thought could get me going for days beyond the haze
I’d stare at the sun until stars showed out to declare that I am amazed
But the blinding of the Light gives me life so that I no longer need worthless sight as I try to survive beyond a world that subsides when we gouge out our eyes and abandon the pride that holds us captive in lies…
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