Slide down deep into your soul
Find comfort in what you do not know
stirring, churning, yearning to be whole
wanting more, something more
vacant, wide, expansive space
a year feels like a thousand days
I’ve grown acquainted with boundless grace
Enveloped in your holy ways
I find my way, I find my way
Mystery, unfinished, unpolished, told
I look and see what you behold
my heart, my hope, longing still for more
You bless my soul, You bless my soul
Want some more poetry? Tommy T has LOTS!!!!!! Love the site, really enjoyed the B and W introspection xo
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