Mouse
I thought I could be a better man if I could build my image
and prove the strength of my hands
But that plan, no, a blueprint provider, building on the
sands, a prophetic disaster
No laughter here, endless drops of sweat to achieve
affection leaving me upset
Intimacy was a far off dream since the only love I knew was
plastered on the screen
Fulfilled it seems, everything I wanted was a mouse click
away
But that mouse had me running down every dark hole chasing
in a craze
Till CRACK! The spring of a trap left me alone, beaten, and
all my strength sapped
I was pinned for a decision, my choices came alive;
I could die to self or face the light
Or keep on fighting in hopes to survive another endless night
How quickly God exists when our only options are limited to
following His
True intimacy isn’t my flesh in contact with another
It’s when I reach out my hands to press His palms together
Like a pushup, I finally get up as a man not a mouse
It’s in this moment when the hunter becomes the hunted
And the enemy is no longer my beloved, he is my trophy hung
on the walls of my house
For in Christ I am now the hunter and the enemy is the mouse
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