Faith Hope Spiritual
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Above the water I rise, crystal
Light capturing, holding all that is
warm and enticing to the heart, body
and soul. I offer energy that is pure, gentle and impenetrable.
Alone. Dazed and confused I stared at nothing in particular. I felt small and insignificant. I was young and inexperienced. My breath came shallow and rapid. What would happen? I did not know.
"My God, my feet hurt, ..." she exclaimed"... running back and forth. I feel like my lungsare going to burst."Out of breath and suffering from this curse, predestined on woman that her desire will
I want more of God than I've been seeking.
I want more of the harvest than I've been reaping.
I want more of the kingdom than I've been seeing.
I've been stuck in this storm a little while now and I'm really starting to get cold.
Staying here in this same place, going through the same ole things are beginning to get old.
I may be lonely, but
I’m not alone, and tho it
Seems afar off, I know
I’m almost home,
I may be sad, but I’m not mad
And when I look back over
My life I know I’m almost home
He is The Inkwell.
I Am simply— His words.
I Am The Words;
sodden and esoteric.
A solemn ship —masts and sails—
Cast against still waters.
I Am— The shadow that fades
