I've been told that you reside near to us.
Then why is this statement so hard to trust?
Burning was my faith in you as a child.
But now my faith has sadly grown mild.
You call us to run to you when in duress.
That in you, we can find rest.
Why do these thoughts keep swirling in my head?
Insomnia becomes me while I lay in bed.
I must find a way to see you clearly again.
Then may I finally hope to conquer my sin.
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Glory Personified
PoetryAn ongoing collection of poems I've written about my relationship with God. When I endured the deep pit of my thoughts and dealing with depression. A depression so painful because I thought I was beyond forgiveness and how God uses those moments and...
