I think I can write now

I think I can right now, but what about later...
I feel like I've been Obama slapped with all the closed doors
slammed shut
And it's funny, I thought I knew Your will
without asking

Give me my monthly bread, I don't want to have to wait on You everyday,
and You don't always speak
YahuShua - Jehoshua
What is your name!

Well...there at the Oasis, I hear You again.
Seems like I haven't been doing what I said I'd be doing.
Now, where is my guitar?
Where are my songs?
Where is my future?

Am I in business for myself,
while making notes about the Kingdom?

And these thoughts tormented me,
I was frozen, restless, watching the waking hours pass
and wondering how they went
so quickly.

Now, I know. Perhaps, one or two, the ones that make demons tremble
You told them to stiff arm me and push me back.
I meditate on the eternal, and scrounge for my fits | of | life
I hear this song.
I think I can write now.

Static

static, ecstatic that He never went away
waits for me to finish my drink at the Dead Sea
bitter waters
I drank freely

living waters,
they lead you to
the True Source;
how can I?

They make me realize that I am inadequate still
inadequate to save one or the world
but, He died to be The Way
died to quench our thirst

Can you believe
someone you cannot touch
can be everything?

Can love everyone?
Pleasantries, Cheshire smiles,
they lead you wherever you want to go--
to bad you never know

Good for me is the taste of freedom
It looks like black hair, brown eyes, and a wrist watch
Sweet words I swear I've never heard
Good for me
until I'm sick on sweetness

He held me in the bathroom as I threw up
unimaginable things
what I think I didn't eat
He was always there beside me

Struck down death
the antiserum for my poison
And black waters stink
but once you drink long enough...

static

unwilling to move to where He's calling
you almost think they're sweet

Could there be better for me?
It will turn you over like yesterday
This realization that you drank bitter waters
freely for four years...

...and He never stopped calling you home.