On the medium of silence, my mind grows many thoughts.
Caught in the contamination, I have a choice.
To believe the father of lies, or to believe The Father.
Your voice is familiar, often quiet.
His voice can be loud, drowning the silence.
May I harvest the thoughts inoculated from Your heart.
If my thoughts influence my feelings, than who am I really listening to?
I stretch, but do not feel straight.
I shower, but do not feel clean.
I run, but do not feel closer.
I sit, but do not feel quiet.
I dream, but do not understand.
I wake up.
And in the dark, Your self overwhelms me.
In the night You have drawn my heart so close to Yours.
That with my first waking breath, I can feel it.
I am breathing in and out Your grace.
And my mind may be a battlefield, but I have the best defense.
He reminds me that my heart is not up for the taking.
He reaches me with His truth, the greatest news.
The truth is: You played offense for my heart.
The competition for souls is over.
You are the greatest victor.
I lay my weary head down, to be affected by Your redemption in my dreams.
I wake up and rejoice, for You are still with me.