Just to be clear with you, I never claimed to be perfect. I never claimed to be finished.
I am far from done. Just to be clear, I'm a work in progress, a progression of work,
a succession towards success, a digression away from stress, intercession. In the midst
of my mess comes a blitzing of a blessing, a mauling of mercy, a heaping helping of hope.
Before I even start, before this train leaves the station, I'm beginning at the root to
set a firm foundation, embracing regeneration, moving inspiration to implementation to the
shaking of a nation. It takes more than a little patience to be a work in progress.
Piece by piece, elbow grease, a life on lease, my growth will never cease, and I'll decrease
so He may increase and unleash His peace in me in progress. Everybody wants the work to
be done quickly. Everybody's looking for some hack, but I'm not interested in magic beans.
I'll leave the giant stalk to Jack. Every day, I'm working. Every day, I'm waking. Every
day, I'm walking. Every day, I'm waiting, praying, saying, "Don't give up. Don't give
in. Just live into who He created you to be, once blind and slowly, slowly learning to
see." You see, we're all a work in progress, a progression of work, an obsession with succession,
peppered with digression, but it's all a lesson, and class is in session, and my professor
is my progressor and aggressor, pursuing me by teaching me, saving me by reaching me,
and it wasn't just by preaching, see, but by living and giving, crying and dying. I'm
a work in progress, and I'll never stop trying, yet it's not really about work. It's about
grace. It's about making space for Him to progress His work in me, and as I progress,
I believe that He has pro-grace. That's professional grace, major league grace-ball, the national
basketball asso-salvation. He began a good work, and He'll carry it to completion. I'm
depleted but not defeated. I'm down but not done. I'm not a dream, but I'm not a dope,
either. I'm not dead; I'm developing. I'm not finished yet, but I'm nowhere near where
I started. That old self I knew? He and I have parted. We're no longer related, and
I'm elated that he has faded, because that guy was overrated, and I'm not saying I'm
much better, but I'm a work in progress, a construction zone, a roaming phone, a child
not yet fully grown, but I'm slowly being shown the way by the One who calls me His
own. Less in love with myself, I lay my life down, progressing to inheritance to inherit
the crown, and I'm not quitting. I'm getting ever closer. I may never fully reach it, but
that's no excuse not to seek it, and I'm not just gonna speak it. I'm gonna live it. I'll
walk the walk. I'll walk the work. Just to be clear with you, I'm a work in progress.