Most Wanted

Caught in cycles
I spin
Progress short sighted
The blindness of my sin
Putting it all into straightforward terms
Priorities reformed
As to salvage what is left or watch the world burn
Another day, another night, another storm

Waiting on the horizon to dawn
Lights are but shadows of what’s to come
Going backwards in my will to move on

Most wanted
I am the criminal and the captive
Ransom of the will to be set free
Prisoner warden
Locked up inside my heart, a cell isolated, I suffer the reality of me

Fluctuating between faithfulness and cautions abandoned
Convictions on life support
What fear paralyses me and leaves me stranded

Caught between hell and a crucifix as my conscience makes its plea
Innocence sought to be reborn from the bedrock of humility
Bargain sentencing of the forgiven and yet guilty

Identity in theory waiting to be proven in the walk
As vitals cascade to critical, are we alive or just dead and trying to talk

Oh the irony of every word
In contradiction or contrition
Life and death, the weapon or defibrillator tongue
Cheap and yet powerful, consumed by the fire in every song we sing and left unsung

Interrogation of hearts accusation
Confessions of the tell tale attack
The voice of hope versus condemnation
Reflections of all things ugly won’t cut me any slack

Deserving of the hell of which I am resigned
When the millstone of lost innocence is the brokenness of my mind

Final appeals to heaven to partake the providence of grace
Evidence in memory resolved by love and blood shed to erase…