Saturday, January 29, 2011

Body

God, have I been faithful in Your tests? In moments of weakness, you  test my faith. In moments of strength, you let my ego soar. God, I pray that I won't get dragged down again, my flesh clutched by the zipper of some rusty chain.

Ah, my heart and it's unrest.

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