i walked the lonely streets of emptiness
with a profound need of knowing what i have not known.
All the while, gusts and billows of confusion batter my once confident heart
and i stare longingly at sovereignty
and begin to realize i am not alone, but
that i am always alone.
Don't waste your grace on me, said i to You.
But You were more well inclined to painfully reject that plea.
You laid me down and held me, showing me the the pain
of stillness is the only way to be made whole.
With a reluctance reminiscent of Jonah,
I bow before you on the cold floor
all-the-while tears course from clenched eylids
and blanched knuckles open into palms outspread in resignation.
(A heart of stone becomes flesh.)
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"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else."
-- C.S. Lewis
"Study universal holiness of life. Your whole usefulness depends on this, for your sermons last but an hour or two; your life preaches all the week. If Satan can only make a covetous minister a lover of praise, of pleasure, of good eating, he has ruined your ministry. Give yourself to prayer, and get your texts, your thoughts, your words from God. [Martin] Luther spent his best three hours in prayer." (Robert Murray McCheyne)
okay, this needs to be immortalized. you best poem EVER. i am not kidding. wonderful imagery and everything. i absolutely LOVE it.
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