Sexual immorality is the currency that we fluently speak
We long to sate our emotions that hunger for the real
Like kids trading trinkets so we trade our souls
A hopeful outlook dashed by the comfort of the false
The only way out is through the blood and the cross
One bought my freedom
It was complete
The other is my death
Death to trading trinkets
My picture is on his dash board
Of his old blue van
I am his pride and joy
His work is not complete
In every day to day moment
I'm always in his thoughts
Just a sequence of thoughts. People arguing that some form of sexual immorality is OK for Christians so long as it meets certain requirements. Thinking about my own struggles and how part of the process of confronting the issues is to deal with other challenges I'm faced with without running or making excuses. I was also just impressed with the thought that my picture is on his dashboard. Why a blue van as that specific picture I have no idea. Perhaps it is warm and doesn't seem to hold expectations over me before he delights in me.
