Caught in the Middle

I
meant it from the beginning. I meant every word.

I
wanted to be challenged, but never thought I would be caught in the middle.

I
never thought there was so much to be wrecked.

But
here I am caught in the middle.

I
am somewhere between the new and the old.

Somewhere
between the wrong and the right.

Somewhere
between the darkness and the light.

 Somewhere in the middle you’ll find me.

Just
when I feel that I have given Him all my control,

and
so close to my surrender,

I
get wrecked.

He
has called me to be a fearless warrior,

adorned
with sacrificial persistence.

Radical
obedience wrapped in common sense.

And
I am caught in the middle.

Somewhere
between my heart and my hands.

Somewhere
between my faith and my plans.

Somewhere
between who I was and who He is making me.

Somewhere
between contentment and hunger.

Somewhere
in the middle you will find me.

I
get so close to surrender and then I lose control.

I
am caught in the middle.

But
in this place I feel the Lord is with me.

On
these days there is so much darkness,

 I feel him at my side.

While
I am caught in the middle. 

So
I sit here, 22 years old and find myself in a place that makes me a part of the
story.

The
wonderful arms of beauty have accepted me.

As
much as I don’t know the wrong from the right.

Or
if I can discern my heart from my hands and that I am caught in the middle.

There
is nowhere else I would rather be.

Because
His Spirit is alive and moving in me.

I
know I am a part of what He is going to do,

and
I am caught in the middle of it.

I
am complete when I am standing in His presence.

He
has called me all along and this is where I belong.

I
am caught up in Him.