Though I am joyful with my plenty,
I beg of you to empty my hands.
Though I look upon wondrous things,
I beg of you to make me blind.
How else shall I draw nearer to you
than to be in great need?
May your words be as food to me,
and your commandments clothe me
as fine linen.
May your eternal statutes be the fire
in my bones to keep away the cold,
and your Love be as the light of my eyes.
| thanks for reminding me to come back to this...|
it truely is a beautiful piece.
it reminds me of a mash of beautiful songs... perhaps this should be a song... i dont know... its just beautiful... if my heart could have words these would be the closest...
empty my hands
make me blind
sometimes we take god for granted. sometimes we forget that without him we are nothing...
especially in our comfortable first world lives.
we have everything we need and more and sometimes we let that crowd out our spirits too...
argh. i could be talking all day and not get anywhere but please know i LOVE this piece.
thank you very much
|| Posted on 2014-06-12 00:00:00 | by allapo1ogies | [ Reply to This ] || Amazeing write||| Posted on 2012-12-10 00:00:00 | by theinforment | [ Reply to This ] || nice man, i like very much how u worded this and the imagery u used. but it seems like it ended too soon..anyways, your writing has much potential and i look forward 2 reading more!|
L. Thor Pedersen
|| Posted on 2012-12-06 00:00:00 | by Midnight_Toker | [ Reply to This ] |