Daily Living

Which R?

Each action a blow to His body.
Each choice a slap to His face.
With blood-stained face, and tattered flesh.
With all the strength His soul had to give.
He chose me as His and fully paid the price.

Motive

What is my motive for that which I say I believe?
What is my motive for following Him?
What is my motive for all that I do “for Him”?
Do I even know ‘what I believe and why I believe it’?

Stumble & Fall

I stumble. I fall. I bruise myself, and sometimes I bleed.
I stumble, I fall. I battle mind against Spirit, body against heart.
I stumble, I fall. It all seems too much, what would it mean to give up?
I stumble, I fall. Over and over it seems.