First time in a long time I drove home with my window down.
It felt good to have some liberty, in a worshipful kind of way.
I thanked God for loving me, despite my stupid heart.
The fact that he shows mercy to me is an incredibly personal revelation of his electing grace.
And having High Violet playing the whole way home was pure.
Now that I'm home, with a glass of beer and my bible open, I'm finishing a song. This one is different, as different of an approach one songwriter could possibly have. I feel my soul leaking into it's cadence. I feel expressively my heart dancing unto God, in a tantric coo. A jig that has never been so, in my case.
As the evening cools, the joy set before me of His salvation keeps me safe.
I even jack-knife my thoughts and he corrects me with such careful, specific grace.
Glory be to God, my King and Sovereign Creator. Amen, I'm so blessed.
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