what i shouldn't be doing

There are days, like yesterday, that I crack open my computer with the intention of doing productive things, such as, but not limited to: writing scholarship essays. There are also days, like yesterday, that I end up spending time writing whatever decides to float through my brain, such as, but not limited to: what you are about to read. So was yesterday productive? Eh...I guess it depends on how you look at it :)

Vagabond

          

      I am entitled to nothing, though I expect so much.

What is it I think I deserve?

Oh little me, why do you think you need it all?

                Have you not heard His voice,

That soft, lilting, melodic call?

To come to Me all who grow tired

Of this life we live, in which we chase…

                All that we think will satisfy

My dear, oh me what do I think

                Of the quiet call and the deafening noise

Do I even separate the beautiful voice

From all those that I hear?

                Or do I listen and then turn

Turn away from all He said

yet I’ll give my attention

sell it for pennies and dimes

                to the bidder who can give

entertainment for the moment

visual dances and a silly little song

                why do I fake satisfaction?

Do I even know what that means?

To be satiated by the One

                To drink deep

To come along

For a waltz in the wilderness

                Tall trees bow as we walk in

You lead me here

You take my hand and spin me round

The air caresses my skin

and I breathe in deep of the earth

why have I pushed this away for so long?

You know my heart

Pursuit of the vagabond

Is what this story must be called

                For I run more than I call

But you lead me back

To this wilderness and rest

                You remind of the beginning

And of the glorious end

                Of the feast to come

                And the marriage vows already spoken

You love me though my life lies

It speaks against those words I said to you long ago

                Squandering what you gave

                I live for myself

But oh dear me, here you are once again

Always seeking after me

Calling me that sweet name no one else knows

                This is our story

One of love and pursuit

I give it all to you

                Write, please write

Scribble through my best-laid plans

Ruin me for all my eyes seek

Blind my eyes to temporal causes

                Create in me a desire eternal

To walk hand in hand

                In that wilderness I now call home

Once a vagabond, now a child

Oh Daddy, dance with me once more.