Gotta turn my laughter into mourning, thinking about the things I do.
Mourning isn’t a disaster, as long as I don’t stay there.
Seriously, pondering my footsteps, counting the pains in my chest.
My life is a vapor, yet it feels forever until it’s not.
Importance, where? Wasted time on worldly cares.
Focus, where? Wasted time a sad dead end.
Worldly sorrow works death, Godly sorry works repentance to salvation not to be repented of.
Deep inspection instead of glancing in a mirror forgetting who I am, forgetting who I belong to.
Cleansing my hands, purifying my heart, drawing close, intimacy.
Never too far away, never abandoned or plucked from God’s hands.
Never too far away, tears tonight but joy in the morning through mourning, humble me.