father present and father past,
you know my beginning and also my last; with a heart yet in hiding, with hands to the sky, i call you to come, i beg you draw nigh. sweet brother jesus, weak as i am i long for your presence, i reach for your hem; to know beyond hope, for courage to stand, to not feel alone in this barren land. with words yet unspoken, ‘neath the blanket of night, i call you to come, i beg you draw nigh. spirit indwelling, for comfort, for grace; mystery woven into our time and space; speak into the silence and plunge into the depths, rescue this soul, bring peace and bring rest. all that you are swallows death, shadows fear; all that i am longs to know you are near; with frailty, humility, in darkness and in light, i trust you are coming and all will be right.
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9/9/2023 12:56:23 am
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