:: numb ::
from a certain retreat in BrianHead, Utah
Why isn't my heart breaking?
Why are they weeping around me
and I am standing untouched, unmoved.
I didn't feel Your Spirit when
it swept through this place.
Am I too practiced to know Your extravagance?
Am I too ready to be surprised?
Am I too full of knowledge to be taught by
the rain, the child, the dying ones who are
desperate to know what I have been told my whole life?
Humble me. Humility doesn't come easily to
the Pharisee or, apparently, to me.
Why isn't my heart breaking?
Why are they weeping around me
and I am standing untouched, unmoved.
I didn't feel Your Spirit when
it swept through this place.
Am I too practiced to know Your extravagance?
Am I too ready to be surprised?
Am I too full of knowledge to be taught by
the rain, the child, the dying ones who are
desperate to know what I have been told my whole life?
Humble me. Humility doesn't come easily to
the Pharisee or, apparently, to me.
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