Christ Animated

How much of my life have I lived Not caring that You care about me How much of Your love have I spilled Not living like You died for me How much of the guilt do I carry Wrapped up in the folds of my rage Thinking You think me unworthy I march back to my guilded cage Open the door Enslave me in freedom Step out of my corpse You call me to life You wipe all my tears I beg You to wash me You calm all my fears And say, No, only your feet How much have I cost You, my Master How much have I tried You, my Lord After You became my Saviour Was I really worth You dying for? How many more times can I hurt You Surely there will come an end I bow down and beg Your forgiveness You hold me and call me Your friend Break open my chains Enslave me in freedom Step out of my corpse You've given me life You hear me cry loudly I beg You to wash me You listen in silence And say, No, only your feet Wash my head and my hands again, Lord (Only your feet need washing) My God

When Dad texted me not long ago to let me know Mrs.Marie Gilbert, of Chunky, had died, I expressed my thanks and promised to pray for her family, and for Dad as he preached her funeral. Then I sat there in my car in Walmart's parking lot as I cried. Mrs. Marie meant a lot to me over the years, and she always sent encouragement to me via notes or my parents if it'd been awhile since I'd seen her. Sweet lady. A couple of days ago, I attended the funeral of a man I did not know. But his sister had been my friend for nearly 30 years. My heart was broken because she, her husband, and their children were mourning. Two days back would have been the 24th birthday of a young man who had been a friend to my son. His mom released 24 blue balloons, and shared a tailgate picnic with a friend. They ate Connor's favorite pork sandwiches and shared birthday cake. His mom has wept for him every day since he died in an accident four years ago. Yesterday, I sat at my desk typing o