Let me grow up in You

Let me grow up in You
let not my soul be entangled
with the jungle of the world
nor the seduction of its followers
i have often asked to be weaned
of the yellow brick road
that has led so many astray
with its glitter and gold
false treasures
send strong delusion
i tie myself to the dirt
look to poverty to ground
the arrogant tussles of heart

let me grow up in You
that food wouldn’t matter
nor having men love me
nor riches i do not have
nor man’s opinion
let not my heart
be troubled
let the Words From Thy
Mouth
matter
be the weight
of my soul
and Praise to You
be my crown

let me grow up in You
and take the dersion
for my faith
should it come
in the days ahead
if it should be
my flesh is at stake
and the choice be
made between
You and this moment
i cast myself at Thy Feet
when the sickle comes
prayer my weapon
praise be my anesthesia
*my battle cry,
Your Shed Blood

“It Is Finished!”

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