Fear perhaps drives these words
These Emotions changing the meaning
Calling, trust, and truth
Falling back I find myself afraid
A thousand titles
Thousands of untitled things
And a thousand yet unwritten
Infinite wisdom, infinite journey
Knowledge understood, desperation
Cups that were to be taken away
But you had me drink this day
Spirit, come suddenly
To the yet unwritten
Written anew
Nothing left
Empty vessels
Fill with fire
No longer circumstance
But suddenly
The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green. Psalm 92:12-15
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