what's life
like from behind Your eyes?
I carry my
curiosity within me -
always
who wouldn't
wonder,
a salient soul,
and conversation
creeps carelessly
to the tip of my
tongue
though I've
surmised,
You have not many
words -
but wisdom
I wish to sit by
Your tree
drink from the
spill of Your mind -
enlighten me
there is so much I
long to know
most of all
You
would You
listen to my careless conversation?
and,
in midnight
whisperings
bare Your soul
to
me?
This is about a yearning for intimacy. Being able to sit with God and just ramble on about anything and everything that's going on in your head and/or life, knowing that your Daddy is with you listening, even caring enough to hear about your most nonsensical thoughts. It's also about coming to a place of hearing His voice and His heart, getting to know Him in such a personal way only to be gained from spending time in His presence.
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