Intoxication to my greed,
Somehow you have sown the seed…
Your chair rests near or apart;
I know how much I bleed.
Matter of time or circumstance…
I don’t judge this distance,
All I know is my need,
And it is you who does feed,
Intoxication to my greed.
My apology had nailed the pursuit,
And I slowly distanced away…
With no regret albeit with many,
Friday 21st June 2019 12:11 pm
Do you realize?
After birthing heart-felt prayers,
have you seen them rise as sweet perfume?
For their glorious scent fills God's nostrils
as His Presence consumes Heaven's throne room.
Do you know?
Our Father covets this sacred incense,
that burns in the cries of His Children.
He is forever mindful of us
and our continuing battle for overcoming sin.
Do you want answers?
Christ Himself hear...
Thursday 10th April 2014 6:07 pm