where was this fall?
no matter where i look
i can't seem to recall
the place or the time
where it all fell away
nothing sticks out
there's no exact day
when i can say 'there.
that is the moment
i made up my mind
that's when it all went
off.'
i didn't turn back
i just chose to stay
to stop running forward.
the start of the stray
not to a life of sin
but to the life of 'good'
not running up or down
i just stood
&in that standing
the Strength began to fade
until the place i stood
was the place i laid.
i wasn't a runner
just a hollow shell
and the 'good' life
is where i fell.
a life of 'good'
isn't a holy one
a life like that
is not for the Son.