Sunday, April 29, 2012


Stir the stagnant waters of my soul
Sounds like a safe line of a song to sing
But it's not

Stirring stirs the heart
Displacing calm waters
To a churning muck and mess

Doesn't feel right
Doesn't smell right
Better when it was on the bottom

Out of sight
Out of mind
Didn't even know it was there

But time and days
And things get thrown in
And if not tossed out
They sink
And stagnate
And putrify
There on the bottom

Stir the stagnant waters of my soul
Merge me with Your living stream
Keep it flowing
In and out
Pure and clear

Hurry, please

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