This Gift

He's got this gift
That he doesn't use
It just sites on the shelf growing old from lack of use
He can't give it back he can't refuse
But the time he doesn't use
It's burning down it's a burning fuse.

He points a finger at himself, accuse,
Why God, did you give this to me?
It can't be
I'm not the one for phophecy
I"m not the one to be carrying
All this weight for the sake of Your truth.     

I wanna hear Your voice
Then I pray "don't speak"
I'm terrified of the choice
To make to proclaim it or retreat.

I pray for You to speak it
But then I run from it
It's chasing me down
I can't get away
It's always at my door
I know it's Your face.


He's got this gift
That he can't resist
It just attacks his mind
From all sides
Making him cry inside
But he knows it's all for a purpose
He just can't imagine why.