A dry and weary land
A desolate land
No water to drink from...
No shade for my head...
Alone...
drumming my ingers across my desk
the image flutters around my head
Don't know how to finish this?
Don't see away through?
getting to my feet
Stumbling across the room
to the bathroom where I throw up my dreams
Cease Trying: My Beloved
I want all that I do to be all that I am! God saturate my soul with who You are.

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