Monday Message Thanks for joining us for Monday’s Message with Abigail Rice and
Trench Classes United. In a day and age of digital, receiving a letter in the mail can feel like a breath of fresh air. Writing a letter to myself Because I don’t know where else To begin Here Again This distance Guilt ridden Forbidden Or forgotten I seem to feel quite often Forgotten & lost in this distance I created With my Lord and my Savior Wondering why I always seem to find Myself in this dessert Wandering ‘til my feet hurt Falling face down to the cracks in the dirt Or is that sand? & I’m actually in His plan For me to see The depth of my need So deep I can no longer see The roots of my tree Dried up Empty Time to dig Time to bleed Unravel me & sink Every want & every need Show me what it means To feel the depth of the need There’s a light behind this knowing That if I just believed Then I would finally see the path to where we meet At the intersection of My hurt & His feet Now go Go seek Love, Me Seek Him Who made the [cluster of stars called] Pleiades and [the constellation] Orion, Who turns the shadow of death or deep darkness into the morning and darkens the day into night, Who calls for the waters of the sea and pours them out upon the face of the earth –the Lord is His name–”
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