Years ago, I thought I had been sanctified. No one believed me.
Took a long while to "stablize" or become grounded, so to speak.
Now I see, yes, it was a born again experience. Threw me for loop.
And now, please, I'd like to live my own life, not a role assigned.
I worked so hard; gave it everything; best I could.
They said, "Don't work too hard." sarcastically.
Why did they snicker? Why didn't they help us?
It wasn't right, what they did. Psychological warfare!
Take that, ye snooks!
(It's a good thing... liberation. I've got to watch myself.)
Need to get grounded again. But how? With whom?
Have place of my own yet house is not a home.
Whether, then, you eat or drink or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God. Give no offense either to Jews or to Greeks or to the church of God; just as I also please all men in all things, not seeking my own profit but the profit of the many, so that they may be saved.
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