Chapter 2

This is me talking openly and vunerably about our situationship

I need to be honest about who has been in the driver seat

I thought I had to fake it till the real makes it

But the truth is I feel split into two , staff of Moses

Eons since I went to our communication booth

Lost my email, maybe even my password too

I have blamed you a lot for things that I ate , of my own will

Then I nailed your foot, attached to it was the bill

I am speaking again in metaphors because the truth is scarier

Our distance has created something I feel is indeed very sinister

The belief that I dont need to talk to you everyday

Suddenly I realise I haven't open the booth since May

I am told that you are never distant so i guess it is my fault

Excuses created has launched me into the pit of my downfall

You should always be the first person I call upon

Unworthy feeling, like a king dressed in rags all-torn

So if I find myself in this mental void, it really is my fault

You've tried to reach out to me, infected ear drums

And even when the worst knocks upon my door

My ego opens up like " I can take on you all"

I need to start reconnecting again, it's been far too long

If this journey sets my skeletons free, then it would be job well done

I mean this was the reason you sent down your only son

Father, I am finally calling on you under this scorching sun

Teach me and transform me a teachable student

Discipline, to evict the guests in my mansion who don't pay rent

Tell me what I have to give up to get to where you want me to be

I am tired of feeling comfortable in my Egypt

Thank you for the grace you wrapped up and gifted me

For the patience you've had inbetween my stubborness and ranting

And if I have to die to myself for the discipleship, so be it

Break me to build me up better, brick by brick.

By Your love

Came Last supper,

With Your death

My salvation