Matt 5:14

I have trudged this road all so many times before
Know the path too well, learnt the turns by heart
Yet I could never walk it off

As I bleed my way through this narrow & rocky path
I battle against the falls of legality
Reminding myself that I’ve been bought in His generosity
Yet I wonder how much longer I can persist in my simplicity

And from beyond the hills
I hear the voice of my hero call
And my heart goes all stall

I cry in fear
I lick my wounds
I have nothing to give
For my crooked walk
Could never please…

In his bosoms I find my rest
Though its I, whose failed the test

“My precious boy
Toil no more
All these gifts in your arms I lay
For My Beloved Son was tried all day
Just so now
You may come out to play.”