I’ll believe it when I see it
But if I see it will I need it
Or will it all just be a waste
A man so geared to dream
Believing life’s not what it seems
Wanting to swallow not just taste
Am I so blind to ask the time
As if the time was ever mine
And give false hope to my control
Or does the schedule that I keep
Look at me with tongue and cheek
As if to say “it’s cute you know?”
Who am I in light of Him
And what is He if life is me
But a god within my reach
And could I be so bold to say
It’s merely chance that I was made
And still find hope enough to breathe
I am more than filling space
Meant for more than a carrot chase
I am spirit wrapped in flesh
And to think that He is closed
Within the walls of what I know
Is purely madness nothing less
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Okay I know that I say this about pretty much everything, But I love it!
Love ya,
megs
Great word. Love it. By the way, we enjoyed having you t small group the other night..thanks for coming.
Don’t know what was so different about reading this again, but thank You!
Again, Love It!
Love Ya, Megs
You summed up the whole reason I ran to Christ in three sentence fragments!
How can people who believe they were made by chance and will disintegrate into nothingness the moment they die have the strength and guts to get out of bed in the morning?
I couldn’t do it.