In a residue post a truth I recognize an urgent filing it's plead
Possessiveness sweeps it's felt cry so it's view would be held
In a voice inside I spoke to God, I know this distracting creed
Left to myself as myself, I know I will walk in it's geld

O' Lord, the counters to the urgent finds no substance to refrain
I try to look another way, but the plunge to the heart sinks the soul
In a desperate struggle for strength I'll still fall to the course of the main
O'Lord, where is strength to feel strength so to master this control?

These words then rolled in the outer perimeter, I would place a hear
"There is no fear in love, but perfect love drives out fear"...
Lord you are this fulfillment, the call, the radiance directly from above
"For fear suggest punishment and no one who feels fear has attained perfect love"

O' Lord what game is it that I play?...
Do I touch and go, and walk away?...
Am I fearful to break tether to illusion?...
When the heart of you, is the solution...

O' Lord, lines are so thin, to cross one crosses many, again and again
In my own sight I see no sight to sort through all answers to find connection
A lamb walking as a lamb, in a pack wolves, would only have fear as a friend
Unless... , the wolf is the strength of temporal and Your love the walking direction

Now the line can't be straddled walked because it's so thin
Connnected to the world, or Your love past the temporal end...

O' Lord, do I run to hide within the day?...
Doing avoidance, in a loosing temporal stay?...

You Lord, You stepped love all the way
It's Your love, that is the true, final say... ...

Qouted reference; 1st John 4:18