Monday, February 4, 2013

Without you

Without you this yearning keeps turning.

In the stillness of alone I am left to ponder where I've wandered,

I hear all the noise of the house that creaks and my soul that reeks,

my schemes take flight and with pride- i fight.
Lord- Devastate my plans,

give me quiet time until my threads are shed

and your peace transcends this yearning that rends.

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