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...i deny them not, frame no excuse, but confess,

'Father, i have sinned';

yet still i live, and fly repenting to thy outstretched arms;

thou wilt not cast me off, for Jesus brings me near,

thou wilt not condemn me, for he died in my stead,

thou wilt not mark my mountains of sin,

for he levelled all,

and his beauty covers my deformities.

O my God, i bid farewell to sin by clinging to his cross,

hiding in his wounds, and sheltering in his side.

the valley of vision done did it agin'

what do you say?

i would like to stop ______ and start _______ more.

life as a boat.

how does a boat steer away from rocky shores?

there's not enough room!

no vessel can do it.

but i have; i did.

this, the chant of every survivor.

it took a team to get around some blocks.

my sailor-friends hopped off their boats (even momentarily)

and helped me to move mine.

(i am forever grateful.)

many an impasse left me alone

still more gridlocks i defeated by myself

and their defeat left me more wounded than before

but closer to freedom.

and the goal is open waters.

where depths can be probed without fear.

i must admit,

my telescope (or periscope) is blurry

inexperience fogs up the glass

am i at bay?

docked?

sailing free?

i'm moving.

whether in circular patterns,

in full sail,

or merely swaying with the wind.

but this i feel,

an Anchor.

steadfast, sure, flexible, and always true.

everywhere i float,

when plunged under surface,

in all battles,

each triumph,

in stinging loss,

through torrential storm;

this violent earth makes it's mark

but

Christ remains.