Two Steps Back…
You again? You’re still there? Haven’t we warred for decades?
And still, you persist.
I can name you, but not all the places where you live.
You only impart confusion. You make sin feel like righteousness, and righteousness feel like sin. You are anything but gracious. And yet, I’ve given you the throne.
You are my tyrannical task master. You play me like a predator does its toy.
You are too big for me to confine by definition, but I spend all my time trying to master you. A clever way to get me to exhaust my whole day thinking about me.
You are not my god! I refuse you! But I can’t see you, so I can’t kick you out.
Oh, for clarity.
Christ! Snatch me out of its vortex!