More than twice have I hid my face,
undeserved, You fill my plate with nourishment & still I crave everything the world is offering.
I cannot hold people too tight,
they only leave me in a fit of wondering when we part with goodbye’s sentiment.
God, how the Devil gets inside,
twisting every line of encouragement
into a rope made of complacency from which I hold so tightly.
Everyone I know will get tired of waiting, but You, God, know the greatest adventure isn’t in my letting,
rather the knowledge that You are greater than those who have left me.