So dry & longing to hear Your voice
To feel Your presence
To make the choice
And push aside the things to do
Quiet heart, and hear from You
May not seem huge like some sins are
But hurry & bustle keep my heart so far
Far from what's central
Far from what's true
Keeps me searching and longing
For all but You
Settle my heart now
Wandering though it be
Till face set like flint
I'm content in only Thee.
-Writings from a wandering heart
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