SALAD

SALAD

it is all mixed up
and i cannot sort it
i am pinned between hope 
and your passionate promise
and there's nothing to do
and i cannot do nothing
addicted to motion
escaping from fear

i roll with the punches
cuz there is no option
and nothing is happenstance
and i am right here
i'm glued to this faith in
Your voice and your kindness
and an odd sort of peace
is holding me close

i am in jello
like so many carrots
grated and grateful
I've been broken down
and this is the mission
that all who would trust him
will find themselves caught in
while waiting on God

keep me, oh father
from running in pride
from all your refining
and all of your grace
that wells up inside us 
while we are ensabbathed
to take us to Eden
to your paradise

Words, music & audio recording
© John Brusseau, 6/17/2026