Earlier I devoured:
the Bible, the teaching and all
that stuff that comes
to a new believer
But what now:
when I have to think
"where is my Bible"
and find it under a pile of dust
Where has my passion gone?
Dissolved
Diminished
Decreased
Everything in moderation
including faith
BUT I want mine back
I want to hunger once more
And soar with the eagles
swim with the dolphins
feel His presence every which where
And love, oh that wonderful love
Wrapping me in swathes of love fabric
folding me into the the crease of His arm
Does he still think of me?
Does he still love me?
I wonder what should I do?
Turn
Turn
Turn again.
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