What is Enough?

The weight of uncertainty, the pull of productivity.
The things that spin out of the control of your hands.
The things we cannot change. The things we wish we could.
No one wakes up and hopes things to go this way.
Everything's so critical, so busy, you feel lost.
Maybe no one asks you how you're doing.
But maybe you wouldn't tell them anyway.
And it's a release you say you need.
I wish I could protect you, and bring back parts of your life.
To retract things you never should have had do see or feel.
I wish sin didn't wound so deep.
And that deeper wounds weren't used to compensate.
I just want for you to believe the Truth.
To hear the Gospel, as it was always for you.
To see the wounds that took your place.
Only Jesus' pain and suffering bring change, bring peace.
God, we're so broken.
Jesus, we're fractured into a thousand pieces.
Abba, when will the pain stop?
When will the sun rise again?

Honesty

maybe i'm just cynical, but let's not kid ourselves.
you think you hurt now?
just wait, it can get worse.
you thought that was the worse case scenario?
just wait, you'll see worse.
they "never saw it coming"
that is, until it came.
present things are difficult,
until they are in the past.
this whole life seems to be a giant pyramid
reaching an apex in living against the odds of the
impossible, improbable and insufferable.
and those that are very well near done,
somehow have the ability to smile.
and so it must be, that while this life is on an incline of pain,
suffering, sin and sorrow;
there must be something greater hereafter.
a something that far outweighs,
and even negates the pain of the present.
taking the pain and wiping it away with good.
so let's be honest,
this isn't as good as it gets.