תַּרְדֵּמָה
For Pastor Trapp,
Who made the old testament
come alive for me.
I know that this
terrible storm
is my fault.
I know what
I need to do
to fix it.
I just can't
take the
jump.
Innocent lives
will be lost because
of me.
Strangers try
to save me
even so.
I just can't
take the
jump.
They must
throw me over
or be lost,
But they become
your people
because
I just can't
take the
jump.
Again and again
you send me
to do your will.
Again and again
I run
the other way.
I just can't
take the
jump.
You redirect me,
you drag me
to my purpose.
I sulk,
I drag my feet,
I grumble.
I just can't
take the
jump.
But again,
despite my failure
to comply
a whole city
is saved by a king
who obeys you.
I just can't
take the
jump.
I desire destruction,
loathe forgiveness,
refuse to repent.
I slink away in anger
feeling like a fool
and I am one,
I just can't
take the
jump.
All of your grace
all of your mercy
all of your power
Abundantly evident,
you try to teach me
but still I rebel.
I just can't
take the
jump.
My heart is
in tardemah
unable to wake to you.
Would only that
it be my soul instead,
at peace
So that I
could take the
jump.
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