Where can I go from your spirit?
I cannot escape Your goodness.
As I run, I grow closer--
As deeper I run,
Your depths are revealed.
Was he put before me
To teach me of you?
I am sure of it.
Is his evil meant to expose your goodness?
Yes.
Now my will grows tired.
Now my desires are dull.
I cry out to you, Father--
RESTORE ME.
Grant me the rest your word assures.
I cry
And it's as though I am mute.
My will is subject to yours
Are my requests of substance?
There are times when I have laid awake hours,
My heart still trapped in stagnant dreams.
What dreams do we dream if they go unanswered?
Do they hold less worth?
Of all the dreams I have dreamed,
The most enduring seem subtle. Insignificant.
They are the one's where I speak my heart
and you hear--
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