Sunday, November 15, 2009

Elevator

Tried praying in the elevator;

God, I want her,
God, I need her.

But I couldn't bring myself to say the words.
I am a wretched man.
One with a past.
Not worthy of a beggar,
Most certainly not an angel.
But then, after all the lies subside
Im able to hear His voice
The voice of Power and Truth.
He says, Come up here.
Here I AM.
Be with me and let me make you,
Who I want you to be.
And that, my son,
Is perfect.
Holy.
Sinless.
Blameless.
I did it already.
I FORGAVE you.

See, I want YOU
I need YOU.

Yes, she's my princess,
But you need to act like my prince.

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