Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Unfinished

James 1:2-4

It's true my faith

Can’t move a mountain

There is no measure to what I can’t believe

The Lord telling me to peel off skin

Me wanting, preferring warmth

Comfort is not in nakedness

Nor through a piercing love

But through sheer, cutting pain.

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