November 4, 2011 § 2 Comments

I know your struggle, because it’s mine too,

and I understand your crying, because I’ve cried it too.

Wholly suffering, wholly broken; we cry out, by the holly walking.

Holy victory… for that we’re hoping.

I know your hunger because it’s mine too,

and I offer you my water, now I offer it to you,

for it flowed not by power, neither by might came to you.

So take it now

quench your thirst

look me in the eye

tell me what you dread.

I know your quest, it’s my own quest too.

I know we’re craving for faith…

faith I’ve seen is truth.

I know as you wake up again,

you mutter a silent prayer;

without wanting, without realizing.

Hoping as I hope, wishing as I do,

that it all is true.

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