beating drums make beating hearts feel alive, and that energy is all i need, really.
oh lord, around your throne, that's a crazy big thought i can't even comprehend.
because talking about mlk and then not actually practicing what you're preaching must be the silliest thing ever;
perhaps that happened so we could see the contrast
because
are my hands clean?
and i was not made to sit
in front of a computer screen all day, it sort of crushes my soul.
the way that things pull me in and i'm invested and being invested means that if things fail, you've wasted all you've put into it. that should be okay. i want that to be okay. but just a little bit of me just wants to sit back and not have to worry about it. oh lord.
so i can do the dishes, but i can't get much of anything else right. so much for living like there's a resurrection. so much for like i want to.
are my hands clean?