I grow weary, waiting
knuckle nerves firing
pain as I grasp that thin rope
my heart often as shredded
as those frayed ends
my cries to You sound
childish, weak, nails scratching
on chalkboard
and You, are not surprised
or annoyed when I call
no, You long for my coming
your answer today, like yesterday
hold on, as if I would seek comfort
elsewhere, I hold on, and on
to You
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As we travel on the road our Lord has placed before us, it's nice to meet a friend along the way. Thank you for stopping to leave a few or many words, I'm always interested to read your thoughts.
blessings and love,
in His service,
in the fire,