7.29.2005
Thoughts On Contemplation
There is too much me here
I can't escape this thought
It chases and taints all I see
This traffic should sound different
And music should provoke
And flesh evoke compassion
After all of this
I don't know me, but I see
Not Him clearly yet, but I will
I can't escape this thought
It chases and taints all I see
This traffic should sound different
And music should provoke
And flesh evoke compassion
After all of this
I don't know me, but I see
Not Him clearly yet, but I will
