My Prayer
I’m broken down, beat up, shredded and taped back together. My prayers are insincere my life is falling apart. The voice I want so desperately to hear is not my own in fact no longer does the reverberating sound of peace corse through my ears. My sin has led to me to a place of regret and anger, yet my pride keeps me at bay. When I stopped searching it was a slow fade away from glory and yet the effect was immediate. I have seen countless others go down the same path often gawking, in awe of authenticity in their eyes, the acceptance of such a life or death decision. and yet here i am lost and drowning, a fear grips me, a terror that i can only realize in my dreams. is there a search party sent to rescue me or am i destined to be…
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Journey of One Thousand Years 