I don't know if this is poetry, but it fit better here. 6/12/11

I feel like I know you only in seasons, that my heart only listens/can listen when things are good; I hate my rocky soil. If I bloom when blooming conditions are perfect, but have my petals blown away in a steady wind, am I still a flower?

I conclude that, yes I am. But how will anyone know?

A new post, getting back to basics.

For those who keep up with my posts, sorry for the delay in posting, I have not really been writing that much this year; at least with an audience in mind. This particular selection doesn't really have a title but, from the themes present one could safely assume some sort of title relating to "Sacrifice". So for the sake of appearing to be a casual and free-thinking person I will "randomly" and in an "inspired fashion" call this piece "Sacrifice".

I wrote this in response to a year in choir and it features ideas that were brought up in the themes of our concerts and conversations regarding our musical selections.

If I could sacrifice the content of my heart to you, I would

But then I start to question if you really are good.

Because I don't think that I'd give in to you, unless you were right

Though I've given in to wrong things in shades of night.

In the dark, it's easier to hurt this heart,

With permanent bruises and everlasting scars.

Not that you can't fix that, but it takes an effort I can't yet make

The sin in my heart says, "It'll be fine, let it break."

My heart yells, "I NEED RESTORATION!"

My heart screams, "I NEED RENEWED SALVATION!"

My heart pleads, "Why this hesitation?"

You plainly say, "I'll allow this temptation, to rot in your soul,

Until you surrender and give me control."

So I sacrifice the content of my heart to you oh God as I should,

Believing and knowing now, that you truly are good.

Believing and knowing now, that you've healed this heart

Believing and knowing now, that you've given me a new start

Believing and knowing now, that you have set me free

Which can now only take place by embracing slavery.

For as a Slave of Righteousness you have called me forth

To worship you in your splendor and pay honor to your worth

Continued praises issued from within do sing

Out of a now more humble heart, sacrificed to my king.