a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

Dying Off, Reborn

The old me is calling
Selfish, petty, appalling
But because of Christ it's falling
I still hear it
I'm still near it
As close as my thoughts
A nest of red wasps
Make me new
Make me true
I'm not even sure how this happens
But make me like you

Spinning Together

Knock, Knock