Linking up with Lisa-Jo over at Tales of a Gypsy Mama
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in
3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in
3. Go leave some comment props for the five minute artist who linked up before you.
*****
Bare....
Okay here goes... no over-thinking right??
Jenn truth or dare??
Staring at them wide eyed,
sitting in a circle in the musty basement
of my friends house.
I always hated this game.
Jenn truth or dare?? Looking at me, longing for an answer
getting a little irritated.
Truth... I always wondered if they knew it was the truth or not?? How could they know??
I surely wasn't going to take the dare...
Everyone knows that the dare is to make you look silly, and to embarrass you.
I really needed no help in the department. I can do that all on my own.
I am not a daring person. I like safe.
I wonder if at times
if I have the courage to live this life
God gave me.
The pullings of my heart.
The twisting and growing and baring of my soul.
The stretching and calling.
Losing one's life to gain one's life,
Placing a foot on that tight rope.
I don't worry about the wind trying to knock me down.
I don't worry about the rushing water beneath me.
or how far I can fall.
Step by step,
I go across.
With my focus straight ahead
where I can see my Savior.
Arms stretched out,
walking towards me.
Jenn truth or dare??
Staring at them wide eyed,
sitting in a circle in the musty basement
of my friends house.
I always hated this game.
Jenn truth or dare?? Looking at me, longing for an answer
getting a little irritated.
Truth... I always wondered if they knew it was the truth or not?? How could they know??
I surely wasn't going to take the dare...
Everyone knows that the dare is to make you look silly, and to embarrass you.
I really needed no help in the department. I can do that all on my own.
I am not a daring person. I like safe.
I wonder if at times
if I have the courage to live this life
God gave me.
The pullings of my heart.
The twisting and growing and baring of my soul.
The stretching and calling.
Losing one's life to gain one's life,
Placing a foot on that tight rope.
I don't worry about the wind trying to knock me down.
I don't worry about the rushing water beneath me.
or how far I can fall.
Step by step,
I go across.
With my focus straight ahead
where I can see my Savior.
Arms stretched out,
walking towards me.
