im as empty as these pages start out before i fill them but ive not filled one up in and ive heard it said that a blank page is a blank page for a new beginning so may the choices that we make well christ if were being frank then at times i feel like youve got writers block its a tempting thought cause you know i get that a lot and i keep wondering whether or not it makes you more relatable if youve made yourself available to sympathize with my temptations then theres got to be a correlation between the album i cant complete the way my wife pushes me to be a man that i cant see and the overwhelming fear of art thats a product of my apathy or worse yet the sum total of critique at the expense of creativity dear dust my soul clings to a lot of idols you construct and i wish that i could just let my god be god and his gifts be gifts yeah let my savior be my savior and let my money be what it is but no matter how hard it gets in every single day i wake within this narrative i live in theres just no security for me unless its a story that youve written it will always be a mystery to me that before i was it was finished itll always be a mystery to see the mirror reflect your image o youre the only hope i have all of my stories leave me wanting and all of the ghosts ive conjured up in the past threaten to come back to haunt me and act like a foundation if you make yourself available to sympathize with my temptations then theres got to be a correlation between the artist and his drawing the perfecter shading in the final scene that i cant see and the ink that is the very fabric of his nature flowing in me so may that ink spill out onto these pages and bring you glory dear friends i love you with words no poet could ever pen i love you with a heart that weighs as heavy as the ocean and i will love you with a depth that reaches to its floor but when i am no more the only word that will live on will be that which was never born i sought the lord and afterward i knew he moved my soul to seek him seeking me it was not i that found o savior true no i was found of thee thou didst reach forth thy hand and mine enfold i walked and sank not on the storm vexed sea twas not so much that i on thee took hold as thou dear lord on me i find i walk i love but o the whole of love is but my answer lord to thee for thou wert long beforehand with my soul always thou lovedst me dear friends dear saints your story is secure we all are more free together tethered to our maker than we ever were before may our adoption be secure the only word that will live on will be that which was never born 