Pencil to paper, feelings to words.
Not yet shared, and not yet heard.
Wandering thoughts in the shade of the breeze,
And viewing Distraction through leaf-curtained trees.
A wedding or similar in the venue nearby,
I reminisce heartache, underneath a God-blessed sky.
This "common temptation," confusing sensation
Amidst words of counsel against.
Remaining conflicted while feeling convicted:
Help, Father- this struggle's intense.
Maybe I need to ignore it,
Or simply repress to "inside."
Yet still, I don't want to abhor it,
While knowing I need it to hide.
Father, take away my stubbornness,
And heal my envy too.
This prayer I can't speak any less:
"Let me seek only You."
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Writings Of My Own
PoetryA compilation of my original poetry of the past few years of life, now being shared with you from a deep reservoir of love.
