Sunday, April 05, 2009

and so it is.

lights are blaring.
i'm woke.
and the dead has risen.

He bends down low to reach me.
to hold me.
to nurture me.
to comfort me.
to encourage me.
to push me.

even when i am unresponsive and limp, i am still held.

He gives. i take.
i've got to be more like Him.


i must be patient with my love.

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