I sometimes just want to see jesus. Like him next to me with the holes of His hands burning embers into my mind. I've been thinking that I'm selfish in my love of Christ. I just use and abuse him. I treat him like some hired servant that fills my wine glass when it starts to empty. I don't want that. I want to allow God to be the man that he is. A lover and an Onlooker. I want him to be the ocean that consumes me in the cold moonlight. I need a Father, I need an Anchor, but most of all I need a Savior that is sufficient to quench my taste for love.
That is all.
Much Peace and Love.
No comments:
Post a Comment