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bite my tongue
bite my tongue and wait to bleed
chaos for simplicity
slaughtering each layered thought
to sacrifice what i was taught
am i pleasing men or serving God?
being wise or taunting His rod?
am I seeking out His perfect will?
or is there a reason for my standing still?
slowly learning compromise
bringing worry down to size
taking deep breaths in the out
inhaling confidence and exhaling doubt
the critic that lies inside
is slowly creeping in form of pride
it takes everything just to push it down
it always seems to come around
God please help me to discern
the things that address concern
wipe the blood that ran down my neck
look at me, i'm such a wreck
