Friday, September 29, 2006
Chasing
Once shouted revival and went running to their boats.
They played amongst the deep waters forming a connection where no connection was once seen to be formed.
When the drought came, they were lost and separated.
Islands were form where no islands should go.
They needed the other so much closer.
They needed the other more than they thought they needed to.
Balls... i feel like i'm chasing gigantic balls.
When it rows, it rows.
And all of the sudden, these balls become massive holes.
When i finally get a touch, i fell right in and lost.
Chasing is the routine.
I love my God. :)
We were well able to capture it.
But it kept becoming holes...
Now, all eyes on your God.
Many with doubt.
But we with faith.
I'm out 10:09 PM
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