This is my contemplation, nothing else matters
the span of my prayers and my thoughts are scattered
moved by eternity, kept in my secret place
held in Gods hand, barely hidden from His face
I remember His promise, what He said in the garden that day
how I was made in His image to burn the same way
with zeal, with passion, in pursuit and in truth
suffering in love and being seperated from you
by time, by the miles, by the tears and by the trial
my question tonight, may I cherish your smile
Can I keep you thought
right here in my prayer box
MYSELF©

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