And residing in my
soul.
It hurts to pray
and know you'd stay were I not stuck here, in a world without you,
but with you,
Paradox, so it
seems, is your norm in this place.
I wish I could
stay there wrapped up and peaceful but I know you want me here for
them, so many of them, lost, hurting, and without you.
So I stand in the
paradox of heaven and earth knowing you want the two to become one
some day, and today, all the same.
May your kingdom
here and now and your kingdom sometime "then" be brought to
pass.
And may I know you
well enough to help you do it,
Strangled by ty
time here...yet freed,
and bringing
freedom to them.
I praise you my
God who already came,
And is coming.
