Innerdialects

Speak Your life into me;
Tell me about You once again: 
how You took the blind, the leper
the storm, & Lazarus from that grave. 
Breathe Your Song in
these breathless keys, our human
Storeys choking skies that cannot heal


Oh Soul, SOUL 
Maybe we cannot listen, maybe we will not seek. 
Maybe the door to our heart is open 
but our hands will not reach, so we think we must stay locked in. Maybe we are a field of Sacred blossom 
and cannot 
see


Ah Lord Lord my God, 
move my lips, my words, my need,
to ask Your brand of reckless 
Love: 
Unlock me
-from 
me.


: Written for FMF Writers : "decision"

Thankyou Vihan For another stunning Reminder of Who Jesus is to Us, Humanity. 

Daily writing prompt

What does freedom mean to you?

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