but soon no more—
slowly clock hands turn
like tides and seasons.
I turn to my Lord
every day made new—
to get what I need,
a clean slate that fills
with fresh and recycled sins—
for even my best days
are marred by mistakes,
decisions blurred by
various vanities.
I will live the life
I’m called to
and give what I’m given
not just keep for myself.
Yet I drink from the cup
the world gives me,
deeply as an unquenchable thirst.
He will not change my circumstances
until He changes me,
until I let Him change me.
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