• Father of my being I long for Your presence. I am not but a wad of clay that has rolled distant from Your side. I have moved into the hot dessert where I crumble and crack without You. Lord, moisten me with Your holy waters. Make me whole again for I am lost without You. I feel a chill, a breeze in my empty chest, Your home, the place I wouldn't let You in. But I am setting out the welcome mat for You Lord. I can't bear another second without You in my heart...

• I love this.

  Treadingonyourdreamson September 06, 2011   Link

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