God
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I guess this is steadier
I love You because You first loved me. With Your helping hand I’m staying as long as I live, if You’ll have me every day. Everything else is over and done and You’re still here; You’re the One in the room I’d look for, You’re the One I choose. There’s nothing but You, no one… Continue reading
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I’d sit and wait…
I still watch the stars. Even more so than before. Today I found the very bright one from other years and remembered everything it meant then; Your thoughts upon me. Your attention over me. Your eyes on mine when I couldn’t even see. Everything around me today feels like my eyes did gazing at that… Continue reading
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Tenderness
I’ve never been soft. Quite the opposite, it has been a rough, sharp, anything but sweet land the one God has had to work under my name. So much so, that I can’t even stand the sound of it, my first name. It still awakens a heap of broken memories; the boiling waters that hardened… Continue reading
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My Sun of Righteousness arises, carrying healing in His rays.
There’s an utter sadness weighing, flying over the wings of joy; maybe it’s my last piece of grief from everything that came to pass, everything that is, and everything that was. What could have been had I written anyway that day? I would’ve looked foolish, yes… but maybe you’d be here. Maybe you wouldn’t and… Continue reading
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Started in December
After all this time…I sometimes feel hanging by a thread; still holding on for dear life.It’s on days like these, where every speck of improvement suddenly feels smaller than before and I’m left wondering if it’s all coming back or if I even escaped at all, when I fear that nothing’s happening… it seems to… Continue reading
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My King’s hands
I won’t talk about my past. I don’t miss it anymore, nor the idea I held of it all. Has your heart ever been torn in a mending kind of way? Just as if a sword pierced it in a healing manner. Yesterday mine was: I had tried to forget before, to hold on to… Continue reading
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Autumn clearing
You’re high up, and I’m down low. One thing I know for sure and it’s this: Nothing takes You by surprise… That I spoke utter foolishness while growing up and how I wish I could speak new things; like how great You are, the greatest in the whole universe which fits in Your hand. That… Continue reading
