Boxes

Boxes

Scattered around my room
Lay all the boxes
That I compartment my life
Each day I search for one
To match the way I feel
To take the contents
And walk with it
In everything a different me
So many faces of myself
How could I ever know who I am
But He says that I am more
With the Spirit within I should live
But what of the boxes that I keep
He says to me set them aside
They’re all who I used to be
I died with the Son upon the cross
And I am raised new by His word
So can I let His voice be my guide
In every aspect of my life
Or will I forever live from boxes

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