Like a Fireplace with No Wood

Thank God Your love is relentless

And that the gifts of God

Come without repentance.

I tried to be my own boss in the midst of adversity

Not knowing I was the author of my own tragedy.

Philosophically, theologically, and politically correct,

Me trying to do me, wove the noose for my own neck.

Selling submission for $2, to pay for a million worth of respect.

Not knowing my arms  were not enough insurance to protect,

The love in my heart, beating passionately in my chest.

Accepting suffering as my portion, tolerating neglect.

All to save face...

And for what?

To have to come right back to the place,

Where I say that You are God;

The only One for me.

And for what?

For you to come again and rescue me.

For my knees to bow and tongue confess

That You deserve all the glory.

I shoulda just stayed within Your covenant.

Now I'm left thinking about how prodigally,

My time was spent.

But immersed in Your immeasurable fountain of grace

I know that all things work together for my good.

And if I didn't do what I did

And go against what I should,

I'd have no message to deliver anyone from the hood.

And there'd be no unction to ignite this flame

Like a fireplace with no wood.