it’s all about
conforming to You,
Lord…
about looking like You
when we’ve done all…
when we’ve said all
we can say in the
time
we live through.
UN-conformed to Your
image
we shrink to nothing
silently…
while we loudly
work
to convince ourselves
that we matter
just the way we are.
forgive
our blind insanity,
Lord.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment