I'm a blind man staring at the sun.
You love and hate me.
I hate and love you.
We live in different mirrors.
You have a genie in your bottle.
I live life in wine's soft fog.

if to die little deaths on the daily
is what beckons My Spirit to Life
then I’ll die until I am no longer
to let You within me come Alive

if to open my heart to my neighbors
is the only Commandment I have
then I’ll open it wider than ever
to let You give me strength that I lack

if to put myself into the darkness
is the calling You’ve placed on my heart
then I’ll sing to the beat You made for me
to come find You when I fall apart