I’m tired of running in circles,
But afraid of running a tangent line.
In the circle, I find my comfortable masks that I know too well,
But on the line there is no room for façades, only authenticity.
In the circle, there are lies and warped truths to lull me to fitful sleep,
But on the line there is truth and rest and life.
In the circle, there is no true, permanent hope,
But on the line there is hope that doesn’t put the holder to shame.
In the circle, there are chains to hold me down and keep me spinning,
But on the line, I am free and the one who Christ sets free is free indeed.
I’ve ridden the circle many times, more than I can count.
But I long to walk the narrow line with my Savior.
My feet are inclined to turn and walk the curves,
I’m dizzy from the circle and cannot always stand.
In the circle, I ran alone, desperate and tired.
But on the line, I do not walk by myself.
In the circle, I relied on my own strength,
But on the line, my Savior steadies me and keeps me from a deadly fall.
In the circle, I followed a predictable cycle,
But on the line I walk in sweet, pure freedom.
I have run in circles all my life long,
But now I want to walk the line.