When I look elsewhere
Get distracted
Let the shadows of the world, the cares, the anxieties
Lure me away
From gazing into His flaming eyes of passionate love...
What I let the spirit of doubt and fear prosper
And I succumb to
Tomorrow this and tomorrow that...
When my feebleness of mind only clings to intellect
And my emotions win over my spirit...
I miss the encounter
I miss the miracle, the victory
The opportunity to plant a seed...
I miss His Presence
His closeness, His Help
I miss feeling His hand in mine...
And He does too!
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