rediscovering eden
And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon forged against me shall remain
I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here
This is my prayer in the harvest
When favour and providence flow
I know I'm filled to be emptied again
The seed I've received I will sow
dailies
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
-8:34 PM
listlessness.
pacing. back and forth.
the brink of insanity.
just a little bit more.
dark.
searing pain.
the death of a thousand cuts.
but no blood, no shredded flesh.
falling.
piece by piece
like plates off a shelf
shattering one by one
disappointment
blowing your way like a small leaf
thin, brittle lifeless.
inevitable failure
the tangled webs we weave.