Conflicting thoughts early in the morning;
Thank God for the stabilising influence of His Word and Spirit.
(Relishing the last day of less-crowded rides to work - eeks.)
I may never receive full satisfaction 'til I die
But I will not die before God deems me fit to return.
Satan, I won't let you get at me that way anymore.
Like an impatient child testing a cake
I prod the surface of my heart every so often
Feeling the slow-filling firmness
Looking forward to the day it will be whole again.
Satan, I won't let you get at me that way anymore.
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