A Tangled Thread

I am blind

My life is a mess
And its weight is overwhelming
But I can't see my way through it

I want your will to manifest each day
But a wall of titanium mountains
still stands in the way

How to carve a tunnel through them,
to drive towards your light?

Or can we move and rearrange them
to align them perfectly right?

I wish to jump and swim and run
and spin and swing and fly to you

There are as many obstacles,
but none if I were to die for you

So help me Lord to lean in hard
Until I fall into your word completely

And become a fish flowing in your current
A dancing pen with powerful ink
a flawless swinging sword
that makes the people think

Lord help me to be woke
and not to slumber
I long to live as part of you,
and not die as a number

Oh raise me up as Lazarus
Take my hand and draw me out
I don't want to stay in this tomb no more
But to be free to sing and shout

I want to tell the story
that you have written on my heart
But all I see are signals red,
when will I get to start?