Like her
I find myself
In a world of smoldering wicks
Trying to light the fires again

Like her
Surrounded by those I love
Who can’t see You
For vision clouded by the world

Like her
I’ve chosen obedience,
Separation, Sanctification, Consecration,
My wick still burns strong

Like her
I think I’d turn,
Longing to see them
Choosing Your immediate presence
Over knowing they were lost


©2004 Thrive


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