short

Dive into your word.

Washed in its depths,

I desire you

like a spark longing to be fire.

 

Short –

of time

that falls away from me

like sand between my fingers

 

Short –

of faith

that moves them mountains

casts the demons out

 

Short –

of glory

just a shadow

a vague reflection

 

Short –

I come up

but I refuse to let

guilt conquer grace

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