Shelter
Shelter, what is that? The cold eats my bones, raw and alone, tired but never sleeping, never ceasing.
Where is my shelter?
Arms once bound like chains around me, hurting and oppressive. Was that shelter?
Left to myself, by myself, my arms don't have the same effect.
Yet will I praise Him who made me. Sometimes lonely, but never alone, never alone.
Human frailty is mine like all others, sin nature and random thoughts.
Temptation.
Shelter is my temptation.
Where is my shelter?
Arms once bound like chains around me, hurting and oppressive. Was that shelter?
Left to myself, by myself, my arms don't have the same effect.
Yet will I praise Him who made me. Sometimes lonely, but never alone, never alone.
Human frailty is mine like all others, sin nature and random thoughts.
Temptation.
Shelter is my temptation.