a little poem by janelle
tethered, may i cease to be,
to that which grieves
the heart of He
who chose to bleed
and set me free.
satisfaction, may i find,
less in what the world provides
and more in clinging to the Vine,
clinging, loving, knowing, seeking
may i, every day, decide
to open up my eyes
and faithfully abide.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
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