An infatuation with intoxication

I will build a wall

I will build a wall to keep you out

You will not hurt me

No one will hurt me

Inside my wall I will hide

I will hide while no one hurts me

Instead I will hurt myself

I will lose myself

I will anesthetize

I will lose myself to an infatuation with intoxication

 

It is a dangerous game to play

The odds at stake, the potential loss

Especially in the darkness

All of a sudden, I’m under attack

The walls are coming down

What is that?

Daylight?

I think I remember you

What have I done?

Where have I been?

Oh dear, am I beyond repair?

 

A new start, a new beginning

A fresh perspective, still it’s not enough

I cannot be so vulnerable

I must have protection

Should I return & rebuild the walls?

Then You came and rescued me

You showed me that it didn’t have to be this way

You comforted me, you healed me

You showed me the way

Now I lose myself to a different intoxication

Now I live to get lost to

An infatuation with Holy Spirit intoxication

 

Much more difficult to explore

Just as dangerous but in a different way

So hard to maintain, so fleeting, yet so present

Always available, seemingly impossible to claim

Take me to those places of dancing angels

Fill my life with worth

Help me see the beautiful

Show me how to see things

the way they were made to be seen

Show me how to feel things

Without fear of the way they were made to be felt

 

 

Psalm 3 – 3:3

But you, Lord, are a shield that protects me; you are my glory and the one who restores me.