churning deep with emotions. how they stir within me. what can i say what can i do?
will they listen to me? do i even have anything to say of value? i feel unworthy, inadequate, yet i quake with desire with drive...
i dream i am running, i am straining and pumping my legs as far as they can go, and yet here i am not moving. all i have is prayer. all i have is you my Father
alone, yet never alone. different but i know thats what you want from me. your will not mine o my priceless Pearl.
Move! please i do not know how long i can last with this aching in my spirit... i long to see you move in your people. and i ask and beg that you use me. yet who am i?
i am your loved one. i am yours and you are mine.
... not just writing to her own beat, but that of the Master.
1 comment:
DEEEEEP. ha the first thing that came to mind. I wish I had that constant inspiration to write poems. not that I don't have any but they come out of the blue and then it's gone when it comes to writing poems
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