The First Day
It's just so hard, the first day...
you fall back again
into a corpse-like depression.
You want so much to get out
as if you were breaking free of jail,
breaking bad of all your wasted time.
You want it so much to be the first day,
out of time and out of habit,
for so long you lived a life born of hatred,
for so long you held onto your deepest fears,
going from one extreme to another,
hiding your broken life in lies,
hung in by neuroses.
You see the light, but you long to stay in the comfort of darkness.
You want out, but you are so afraid of the cruel facts of life.
Can it be that Christ has born his image in you
but you refuse to acknowedge his presence?
Do not hide the light or cling onto the light.
Let the light burn,
let it feed and grow upon you.
Do not become your own shadow...
a child of Christ.