Sitting In

I sit timidly between God and iniquity

Half convinced I am worthy of the cross

To carry it for myself or another depends upon if I have won or if I have lost

To be human is to err again and again

While trying not to constantly travel down the road to sin

All I am hoping for is that my mistakes, my errors

Do not prevent me from starting over again

I want to stand confidently in my life

Not worried about the consequences from the unknown side of the cosmic divine

If the choices are mine to make(and I'm told they always were)

I choose to be free

I choose to live happily

I choose to exist apart of iniquity

and apart of the fear of losing

Not meant to in between

But to stand in the courage of what this all means.