She
walks steadily towards the fire,
Conversing
with her fallen soul,
Trying
to redeem herself before she approaches the holiness:
I
carry you in my tired heart.
Your
yoke Lord, is lighter than the chaos I keep.
Guide
your child through the parched soils,
Irrigate
the deserts she must tread.
And
be the hope of her heart.
Wherever
you may lead her.
It’s
a lonely journey,
Pursuing
unseen things,
Swimming
against the world’s tides,
Praying
in the busy-ness
Drawing
a seeming wish list…
You
have put a void in my heart.
Have put
me in the lowest pit…
I
cry, I toil against fiends everyday...a somewhat recurring defeat(s).
‘’but If Christ’s kingdom may thereby be
advanced in me.
Then may your will be done’’
