Reflect on His Love
Your request is simple: “Write to Me.” Pencil to paper, You pull poison from my soul.
Each morning I wake up blindfolded, freshly spun from sleep. Stumbling toward nothing.
A few minutes with You, and Your steady hand stops my head from spinning.
An hour, and the dizziness of demand and desire fades away.
Another hour, and I’m content…ready to carry my cross.