Graduate

I'll remain His small boy, musings on what really matters.

I’ll never graduate from the realm of intimacy 

Or master the masters surgical work in me 

Hunger has always been the key 

The minute I believe I’ve attained 

I lock myself out of the door you’ve opened 

I cast my hat high with pride rather than casting this crown 

And embracing intimacy over activity 

So may I never operate ignorantly in oblivion 

May you chisel my fruitless activity until I only do what is necessary

May I be turned into the fire until this fragrance wreaks of your presence, 

Let me be tested and tried 

Holding senses captive like spoilt fried rice 

2 Corinthians 2:14, “But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and through us spreads and makes evident everywhere the sweet fragrance of the knowledge of Him.” 

If not, 

What else do I deliver to the world? 

It’ll just be an empty package 

Full of cadence and noise

Rather than relevance and poise 

You’ve given me the choice 

I’ll choose to remain in this school of the Spirit 

Where you instruct and guide, 

Run my life, 

Lord run my life.