sinking sliding spiraling down
in spite of my fighting i keep losing ground
crying for direction i have lost my way
my calling my vision is fading.
the atheist screams "there is no God!"
most of me agrees.
still there is that real small voice whispering silently
"if he is real, where is he?"
i sometimes cant answer
joseph, moses, and david. all had horrendous wilderness experiences. all lost everything for a season. all to recieve so much more. the only thing that got them through it was to remember the promise God had given them.
i wish i had a promise to get me through this.
God have you called me? and if so than to what? give me something to hold on to. you yourself said that without vision people perish. i am perishing.
a dreamer without a dream is like a plant with no sun or water. God i need something to look towards, to aspire to.
right now i sit.
in other thinking, we did good at fine arts, we got hosed but we did good
8:47 p.m. - 2002-03-04
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