I have all I can want.
I just want to want what I have completely.
The truth is complete.
How trivial are so many situations, yet, I find my emotions caught in the motions and I fail over and again to simply remain. In the present. In His presence.
Word and thought pull me in so many directions. As if my mind were a disjointed mechanism. A machine that feeds off my feelings and sends them reeling and I am caught in it's grinding dimensions. Until I all but fall apart and collapse inward; if not implosion.
They call this anxiety and the afterwards depression.
In this moment. All I need is to feel You. I need to know You. I need to hear You.
I am burdened by the suffering that I have witnessed. Helpless. Just as I was believing that I could remove myself from the relentless concerns of living and life in general. Just when I thought I reached the place of apathy that had me floating; suspended in an oblivion. But, that is not what is meant for me, I see; I cannot rest until I fulfill my purpose.
So come inhabit my space. Inhabit my time. Inhabit my heart and let me be the instrument; the worship that is so instinctual, even as I fight it.
I just want to want what I have completely.
The truth is complete.
How trivial are so many situations, yet, I find my emotions caught in the motions and I fail over and again to simply remain. In the present. In His presence.
Word and thought pull me in so many directions. As if my mind were a disjointed mechanism. A machine that feeds off my feelings and sends them reeling and I am caught in it's grinding dimensions. Until I all but fall apart and collapse inward; if not implosion.
They call this anxiety and the afterwards depression.
In this moment. All I need is to feel You. I need to know You. I need to hear You.
I am burdened by the suffering that I have witnessed. Helpless. Just as I was believing that I could remove myself from the relentless concerns of living and life in general. Just when I thought I reached the place of apathy that had me floating; suspended in an oblivion. But, that is not what is meant for me, I see; I cannot rest until I fulfill my purpose.
So come inhabit my space. Inhabit my time. Inhabit my heart and let me be the instrument; the worship that is so instinctual, even as I fight it.