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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