Words from Midnight

I forget what it's like for a soul to ignite

Through the dust of everyday life

There's a hole in my sail

And I've finally failed

To find my own way through the night

I've been running inside 

With a fog on my eyes

But I'm standing completely still

I've been wandering behind

And my hands are all tied

This rut has become such a drill

If my heart is a bowl

Then it's empty, not full

And I'm wanting what I can't describe

And all of these battles are just quiet rattles

Creaking so sneaky inside

You never hear them

Or see them, or feel them

You trust me when I say that I'm fine

Pull Me Closer Still

We are running, careless, creating invalid reasons of how we are unable to slow down. We make the traffic in our souls, we invent the aches in our own minds. We over-complicate the simplicity of it all and yet You still care for us, You pull us closer, still.
    You open Your hands to us, offering a peace that is unshakable, but we are all too stubborn to accept it. Sometimes we tap into that power, we drink from that well, but then we hear our hurts knocking, pounding, endlessly on our door and we close our ears to that voice that tells us to rejoice.
    I'm guilty of this, this rush that is slowing me down, but I believe in You and Your power to quiet my restless, wandering, distracted heart and pull me closer to Yourself.