My Love Is My Work
MY EMOTIONS
Papa God, I wonder if this is the groaning that cannot be uttered. Where prayer and thoughts can’t escape through all the mush of worry, distress, and concerns that wrap themselves so tightly around the processing?
I am so aware that Your work is obvious and yet I lose my words to a cry of 'unspoken request', please. Like talk is no longer a release of anything; I can only seek answers.
Papa God, I wonder if this is the groaning that cannot be uttered. Where prayer and thoughts can’t escape through all the mush of worry, distress, and concerns that wrap themselves so tightly around the processing?
I am so aware that Your work is obvious and yet I lose my words to a cry of 'unspoken request', please. Like talk is no longer a release of anything; I can only seek answers.
Know me, Father, know I am only satisfied with You. I have
had this way before and Your Voice only gives the ease to move forward.
HIS EMOTIONS
Just as this was heard, so is the weary known to me. The shaping of clay forms the desired finish. I shape the colors for appeal. I tone the sounds for capture. I blend the flavors for the return wanted. I am all present and of constant watch. My love is my work.
HIS EMOTIONS
Just as this was heard, so is the weary known to me. The shaping of clay forms the desired finish. I shape the colors for appeal. I tone the sounds for capture. I blend the flavors for the return wanted. I am all present and of constant watch. My love is my work.
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