Tuesday, April 17, 2012


The earthquake
The wind
The fire
None of the three
Truly brought you to me
Star gazing
My belief is aloof
Something amazing
Send down proof
The voice
The quiet
The whisper
In silence, I am in sync
At peace where I can think
Speak to me
I only want to be told
Appear to me
I only want to behold
My faith
My trust
My hope
Are shaky under midnight sun
And still I ask for Your will to be done

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