Saturday, 17 May 2014

I Run

                                                        I RUN
I run from the noise of my ancient ruins
The rumble and scream I might hear
If I stop frantically scratching the sky
Straining for the words
Not tumbling from your lips
Listening too fast to hold fast
To the Word
If I stop
Give me ears to hear beyond
To the one true Word
Without beginning or end
With God                            Be with me
In God                                 Be in me
God                                      Help
Word and giver of the word
Be patient as I seek to seek you
                                                                Wilf 02 / 07

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