Mere Mortal

The days are passing despite all attempts to restrain the hols; they just can't seem to help but speed by.
You know what makes a difference?
It's in knowing the day was well spent.
Whatever it is you do, make it worthwhile.
Easier said than done, I know.

But I hate sluggishness.
The sense of mundanity, in-betweeness that has "meaningless" scrawled all over it.

You know what makes a difference?
God.
Either He's at your center or He's not.
I've kinda lost Him at my center.

Sorry Jesus.
Please come back onto the throne.
It's Yours, I swear.
I just have problems keeping my eyes on You all the time.
Distractions keep coming, and I'm only human, You know.
I mean, of course You know.

I'm a mere mortal.