On a Leash

Track twelve is the answer to track eleven. Rise Above showed the wounds. On a Leash shows what a wounded man does with the fire those wounds leave behind. Because the fire is real. My flesh wants the fight, wants the last word said. The honest thing is not to pretend the anger is gone. It is to admit it is leashed.

This song is the most autobiographical statement of method I have. I don't name names, don't throw stones. Not because there are no false teachers - the song says plainly, false teachers? Sure, there's more than a few. It is because calling them out, I'd never get through, and because the spotlight shifts the moment you do it, and Christ is lost beneath the noise and blame. I would rather this little site be a beacon glowing soft with light than a watchtower I man with a megaphone.

And the leash is held by mercy, which is the whole point. Held back by mercy when I want to speak. Kept from the fire when my pride grows weak. It is not that I have become gentle. It is that grace pulls the reins. I trust the Lord to guard His sheep. He knows their hearts, their wounds, their sleep. That trust is the leash. If He is sovereign, I do not have to be the church's bouncer. The last line is a prayer, and I mean it every day - I'm on a leash, so guide me.