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I tire of loss
I'm longing for Found
a little less Loss
a little more Found
To know You, God
sans smoke screen
sans all the
less-than lenses
that have been given me
to See
I want to be Amazed
Again
by Grace
by Mercy
by Second
and Third
and Thousanth
Chances
I want to stand
Tippy-Toed
and Wide Eyed
as I once did
as a child
full of anticipatory Delight
my trusting hands outstretched to Yours
waiting for inevitable
Wonderful...
I want to know
the One
Who lost love also
in that garden long ago
Who, with anguished Heart
and Sorrowed Soul
went looking for it,
in earnest,
Longing for Found
as I do.
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1 comment:
there are times when i feel my heart has cooled...how i long for the flame to burn hot...but i can't seem to make it so...
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