I wake in the midst of this classroom called “life”
The walls of my being like chalkboards
Covered with the dusty remnants of lessons already taught
Full of information, but devoid of context
Like graffiti scrawled across my soul
Thoughts and feelings and fears and dreams swirl within me
Each one, like an eager child
Trying to shove their way to the front of the line
As I climb from my bed, they crowd around me
Trying to bully me into a corner
The morning fog obscures my vision
And the undertow pulls at my footing
In the dim light of the dawn, I ponder the possibility of retreat
Maybe I’m the wrong man
In the wrong place
At the wrong time
But then, like a flash of lightning penetrating my spirit
I remember that this is the day that You have made
That through You, all things are possible
And that I am Yours
Come Lord Jesus
Come most Holy Spirit
Wash my slates clean with Your word
As I surrender afresh to Your will
Create in me, O Lord, a clean heart
And renew in me a right spirit
Guide me in the faith You’ve authored
And be glorified in my days
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