I just had to die
to all of the things
about me that I don't like
My mentor had told me
His death means everything

I remember thinking
"This is going to hurt"
I believed and so I write
it was because I don't think of myself that way

I died even to false grace
that was my mortal enemy

I can't believe some of the things
that I think and say
and also probably
what I feel and do

Thank God there is a Savior
because His cross means my mind too

I have been told a story
from my dad in the faith

Concerning Adam and Eve dwelling in the garden
being told about the stars and what they mean
for they are for signs
and are set wisely in the sky
the pagans having taken these signs
and perverting them
made them out to be a process to live by

He told me about their reaction
when He told them about the problem
"What problem?"
"Don't worry, I've got the solution"

But the next part I figured out
on my own
and with the Spirit
who also knows my groans

"Yeh, I checked the scales, and you came out lacking"
"What? What scales?"

Reminds me of another joke
about a man who walked through a garden unto a house
and he knocked on the door
but no one answered

And so he left a note
"Revelation 3:20"

And so the next day when he returned
in the note's place
there was a note left by the owner
"Genesis 3:10"