what do you do when you see you and don't know how to explain you?
what do you do when your life "is a result of" instead of "is" ?
maybe You will tell me in london.
prone to random (understatement) bouts of shocking unfamiliarity. i am starting to notice a pattern here, because this is happening again and i am writing again and i am leaving in eight weeks.
don't let it be a pattern, please. i don't want to lose sight of You anymore. i've found You everywhere. but i want to see You in me too.
make me over.
standing on fallen ground, who do you seek? He calls. open your heart to meet Him there. meet Him in the places of your heart where it is drained my fear, by pain. he WANTS to heal the broken pattern.
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