I can't understand
my longing for You
It burns, pierces, and pounds
All over me
It's the beauty of Your majesty
It's the glory of Your kingdom
It's everything You are
It's the fullness of Your presence
It's the wonder of Your love
It's everything You are
I'll never understand
how great You are
Your plans, splendor, and faithfulness
Beyond my imagination
So come like a rushing wind
a consuming fire
a soft whisper
Touch my heart and fill the hole
with everything You are
Going to Canaan
through fasting praying obeying
is opposite from
watching the 1st and the 6th installation of Star Wars movie
skipping the middle parts...
beating a brand new game using cheats
skipping the dying and respawning parts...
fast forwarding a piece of music that's being heard
for the very first time...
having dessert right after soup and salad
leaving out the juicy, medium-rare filet mignon...
reading just the first and last line of this poem
leaving out the middle part...
Nothing like His
Love
If creativity is
Your nature
then You do not belong
in a box
called churchianity
A good confusion
forming slowly, boggling my
little mind
Guessing, Waiting, or Ignoring
what's the answer?
I'll wait... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Simply don't care how long
the waiting
There is an answer.
In a still, small voice perhaps?
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