Train my heart to echo truth when counterfeit advice is spoken
As I find my way back to the beaten path and forsake the way of the willfully broken

Minefield congregations like a swarm in a hive
Minds of mutual contempt calibrate by way of a rumor
Peering through their filter, perceptions formed by lies
As vision blurs when their eyes are their own tumor

Drawing on hope in the face of opposition
Relinquishing the fickle approvals of men
Gleaning from the law of liberty, blind eyes in remission
Cast your crowns before your stones, love is death to the harvest of sin

Meditations cultivation of inward habitation
Planted by rivers of living water, fortify the roots, born from a dying seed
Thirsty and quenched, season by season, from death to life
Hopes reborn in every leaf, one with the undying breed

Learning to prosper by the integrity of grace
As I dig in deep and grow
I learn to find my place
Sprouting in the confidence of who I know…