11:39pm Friday, Apr 13, 2007...Break Me

King or Cripple
Delirious?


King or cripple,
What have I become?
Beneath these kingly robes,
There lies a fragile man
What made me a king can sometimes cripple
All that you give can sometimes rob my innocence

Why do you let us walk upon a cliff so steep,
When deep below the sea there lies a bed of gold?
And if this should be our battle place,
Don't let me fall
Don't let us fall

Keep me
Won't you keep me?
Keep me
Won't you keep me?

I'd love to hold the hand of one who healed the blind
And saw the leper run into the arms of love
And king or cripple, they were the same to you
You took a broken man and you treat him like a king

Keep me
Won't you keep me?
Keep me
Won't you keep me?

King or,
King or,
King or cripple?
You took a broken man and you treat him like a king

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Which one am I? Sometimes I'm called King. Sometimes cripple. They are both the same to God. He treats them the same. The same grace, the same love, the same desire for oneness. I sometimes ask myself why then do I not accept that same grace and that same love no matter where I am in life? I feel that I often take on the cripple mantality in my mind so much, that I'm blocked from receiving anything from God. But then I feel that if I take the king mantality, I may consider myself above others. Which would make me cripple again. Thus adding to the cycle of crippling my mind once again. I'm tired of being a cripple. I'm tired of being a king. I want to be broken. But yet I'm tired of not taking the action to do so. I'm tired of battling my flesh and losing. I want to be inspired. I want to change the world. But how can I change the world if I can't change myself? I am destined for greatness. I am destined to break the cycle from king to cripple and back again. I am destined to change. I am destined to sing with the angels that sit at the feet of God. To write the songs that make people dance before the Lord. To write the words that bring peace to the most troubled soul. I am destined to speak the words to make the blind see. I am destined to bring someone back from the dead in the name and power of Christ. But I'm having a hard time being broken and inspired to do so....Help me God. Don't let me fall.