Flat out ‘no’ and flat out ‘yes’
I have spoken both before
Making my own decisions
The power, control, allure…
But in a life turned over
I know that he wants more
There is another posture required
For open windows and closed doors.
I am exhausted and weak and broken
And excited and inspired to soar
I am fueled and up and lifted
Face down, flat out on the floor.
I am wearing all the armor
Ready for battle and braced for war
Cloaked humble and invisible
While the Mighty Lion roars.
Soaked in love and peace
I move my muscles, stretched and sore
I am turning in excuses
I am raw and empty and poor.
Here I am just how you want me
Whatever it is you have in store
I am here to do all that you ask until all
The glory and honor are yours.
