Freedom from my own inner violence is a pre-requirement to living in tune with my creator. I continually must confess with all my heart, that I don’t know how to live the way Jesus invites me to. It breaks my heart, that after so many years, I still feel like a rookie. Like a scared kid at his first day in high school I’m still learning what it means to be transformed so I can live this new and wonderful life.

 

Save me from me… A confessional by Mike Morse

Save me from me…

Defend yells my ego…it’s fragile and scared,

Embody our energy scream the harsh voices that bounce like tigers in my mind,

Strike the bully, the entitled, and the ignorantly arrogant with bloodstained fists of rage… but wait, no!

 

Save me from me…

I must cast out this breakable infidel.

I resist this tension,

I am the infidel, the compassionate and I pregnant with these shits.

 

Save me from me…

Radical love, and retribution have no place in each other and they fight like angry parents my home.

Trust goodness?

I fall short on my knees for pleading compassion to come in.

 

Save me from me…

I will fight this battle with grace, acceptance and not project all the violence that is within me,

Surrender over and over and over, Im going to hurl from this.

This reservoir has cracked at the levies and is spilling all its fermenting floods,

The river is grace cascades into the draining space and if so blessed my foundations will made new to hold this fresh gift of life.