Hungry Ghost Transformation

i've been a hungry ghost, daddy wandering through life with an appetite nothing could satisfy thirsting for something i couldn't name but righteousness— now there's a word that tastes different when you're ready to be filled voluntarily, they say like volunteering for surgery letting the divine surgeon cut away the infected parts the character defects that keep me sick hungering and thirsting not for the next fix the next thrill the next escape but for right-ness for alignment for the sweet spot where God's will and mine make beautiful music together humbly asking remove these thorns these patterns these ways of being that keep me small keep me broken keep me running transformation is submission submission is freedom freedom is finally being filled