The “means to me” was out of my reach.
Deceiving myself; walking in pride.
Forgetting to practice what I preach.
Full of myself; no one at my side.
The “means to me” was lost in a dream.
Sitting on my throne; failing to be.
Forgetting You and swimming up stream.
One of great promise; chasing small things.
The “means to me” wasn’t found in my dreams.
Got off my throne; He hung on my tree.
Forgetting myself and my own needs.
I carry my tree; till His face I see.
The “means to me”.
Was found hanging on my tree.
I was set free.
Because of Mt. Calvary.
Because He died.
I don’t have to live a lie.
Because I cried.
I will never be denied.
He is my means.
He means living to me.
He means dying to myself.
He means crying for help.
Vasquez Savage
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