1. for granted

In convincing myself that hatred was truth, and selflessness was unattainable, I have taken you for granted.
In always seeking relativism, I lost sense of the undeniable essentialism.

He came to my bedroom,
But I was asleep.

In seclusion, I am all but an investor.
In convincing myself that a skeptical stance and questioning nature were the only ways to receive you, I released my grasp on trust and hope for its own sake.

And he woke me up again,
to say...

In hating you I suffered. In envying you I suffered.
In caring about the wrong things, in running to false solutions, in seeking temporary security, I am gradually broken.

Hallelujah.

I told him all I ever wanted was to live in freedom. He turned on Solomon Burke's None of us are Free and I wish I lived that as an anthem. I knew that confrontation was the solution over retreat, and he said Salvation is not hard to find. He is more correct with each passing day, because he said the world is getting smaller each passing day. And while I'm afraid time is passing me by, he whispered one of us is chained and I couldn't help but take a breath to quell my nerves. I told him I was sorry, but admitted I was primarily seeking forgiveness from myself. And he told me to let go, get up, and walk.

Hallelujah.
holy, holy, is the sound