My Desire
Rain falls from heaven. Mercy showers down. Love is poured out.Rolling off my face, and down my neck. My hair drips, and my clothes are saturated. Life is good and I could not ask for more, but why do I have to be reminded that dust is no longer in my nostrils? I want to live the life I’ve been given, I want to live and if that means death, I’ll die. Raise me up again with no desire for the world, but if that is where you’ll be I will be in it but not of it. All I have I give; giving more than the last time I said that because as you draw closer more of my filth is seen. I will give it all to you as you pour over me with cool refreshing rain, tender mercy, and compassionate love. I want to run through the caverns of your heart, I want to know you, not just know of you. I will wait for you; let me never be found far from your spirit, you are my hope, my only reason.
posted by Christa @ 7:28 PM
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