If I give it all

Take what you need now honey, and do what you like

Dont worry about me mama, I'll be alright.

Doesn't matter what happens, when I wander, my brothers come after me.
It all crumbles in the end, doesn't it? I fumble as what I relied on to be reliable, fails me. I can't blame the consistency of the future on the men around me, despite what I think. I keep thinking on how the ground has fallen underneath my feet, returning to despair, but leveling when work calls on me. I cant blame the floor, for space-time is a non-entity. I can't hate my Brother-King, he is in the very breath I breathe. And he is lovely.
But of course I did. I had my heart split in fractions, one wanting to rest in truth, one looking for validation in falsehood.

My brothers came after me. They sought after me. And they stayed with me.
That meant so much to me.

When I say the Sentry is supernal, I mean it. We can't look at each other as the blind see the blind. There's not enough time to disregard, based off the insight of our fleshy hearts. Eternity weighs on every man. Yes, by grace we are savaged, and in grace we must understand. Thats where providence is found, not in buildings, not in systems. Those crumble.

The Sentry and The Champ return me to the climb. There's a city on a hill that I must reach, but there were some old ghosts keeping me, speaking to me, as if they had a right.

they don't. they only have what is given.

The Champ is an Emerald Shepherd, I dont know if he sees that. Both he and the sentry speak words of weight. Words of weight in their humanity. I see sainthood in their compassion, in their defense of The Lord and his Kingdom. Namaste. Namaste.

Often, I feel weak around them. But I guess thats fine. He is strong in my weakness.

And His Grace is enough for me. Its all I need.
Its in his kindness that I am drawn to repentance. And its in the spirit of repentance that I know He's present; there in that time, I know He's worthy. I know why I call him Brother-King. Its gentle, and sweet.

I owe You my future. I owe You my all.

Only cause it already belongs to you. You bought me. You bought me with your love.
I am yours.