Jul 2017
No matter how often I wander.
No matter how much I stumble.
Into worldly temptations.
Into my will, instead of Yours.
I keep running back to You.
Back into Your arms.
Where I belong.
No matter how many broken cisterns I hew out.
To try to fill the void.
I end up feeling.
Empty and dissatisfied.
And so...
I keep running back to You.
When will I learn.
To just.
Stay?
The time.
Is.
Now.
No matter how much I stumble.
Into worldly temptations.
Into my will, instead of Yours.
I keep running back to You.
Back into Your arms.
Where I belong.
No matter how many broken cisterns I hew out.
To try to fill the void.
I end up feeling.
Empty and dissatisfied.
And so...
I keep running back to You.
When will I learn.
To just.
Stay?
The time.
Is.
Now.
"For My people have committed two evils: They have abandoned Me, the fountain of living water, And they have carved out their own cisterns, Broken cisterns that cannot hold water."--Jer. 2:13, Holy Bible
(Canada)
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