Lord, I am overwhelmed. Caught up in the world's frantic pace, I've drifted from You. Draw me near again....
Father, I just can't fill every spare moment with activity. Doing so makes me wilt, not thrive. Right now I just long to hide away from this world of competition and hypocrisy.
Every day I long to go out in nature, to see creation...yet I am trapped in this prison, the Babylon system. Ravens fly in the sunlight like bits of midnight at noon, yet I live in the shadows between the walls. Will the light ever touch my skin?
Mist covered the land this morning...such a beautiful, mysterious sight. The quietness contributed to the beauty. Babylon despises silence and solitude. Why have You made me this way, so shy and quiet? There must be a reason, because You don't make mistakes.
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