I've been walking in circles for weeks,nbut I don't recognize this scenery.nAnd my pace is lost with rough terrain.nIt's a clear shot, in a blind world,nto say if we'll ever make it back,nor make it through to make a way.nBut I'm not giving up, not just yet,nI will not give in.nnIt hurts to walk on jagged rocks,nwhen we've been planning for the garden.nFatigue sets in as panic returns. Stand firm.nStanding firm. Where does my mind meet a discontinued thought?nnI continue to leak out,nunderstanding is gone. (Matthew 13:13)nAnd so leads on to yield structural decay: nStanding still.nnLife must intersect more life.nIt has taken me all I have.nI must apologize for my routine neglect.nI want to be proven Faithful,nbut is desire contained within this shell?nFrom where I stand,nit seems to be a long walk to where You are,nI refuse to make a God of my own.nnIf it's not to much to ask,nplease chase me out of here,nplease make me bold.nnAnd He left it up to me so we burned it down.nField and all became a kind gray ash.nLit by the glow,nthis marks a new beginning.nIt's my Exodus.nnI refuse to make a God of my own.nSo don't leave till I return.nThis is the day, Rejoice, Rejoice, Rejoice.