One defines joy in the form,
One confine on the tradition.
Sure, they do great works in the Body,
But they can’t be given with the same task.
They say I can go anywhere,
But I cannot decipher that wall between.
One is boastful, one is jealous,
Yet it seems I can’t be neither.
I know they want me to choose,
Not standing in betwist above the wall.
Oh, Lord, I am torn between them two;
I am a Christian and I choose to follow You.
I am not torn between lovers,
But torn in the thorns between their stories.