stale

A thought of this

Complacency-

the word, it stings

but still I lack

the passion with which

I used to live

and now I dare

to wish it back.

As of late,

my life has been

so light, so stale

as yet again

I fake my way

through word and song

the devil is here

to sing along

But now You see

I need to replace

this desire of old

with one ablaze

Come back, come back

you burned out flame,

Give me a hunger,

A thirst for Your name.

Your life you gave,

Your word you showed

It was love indeed,

with which You wrote:

“I will never leave

you, nor forsake you”

and time after time

You’ve proven it true.