Up again and it’s late
Desiring to meet you in prayer
I love you Father
I’ll start there.
But fuzzy headed and wandering
You deserve better.
So much has been given
And I know you source it all
Overlooking my falls and stumbling.
Like other Fathers
But so much grander.
Pledged to me by immutable promise.
Should I plead, question, intercede
Or what?
“Speak Son, lots of time.
And I am fully yours
For hopes or hurts or chores.
Enter again into Me here
Into wisdom
Spiritual
Sometimes by-passing the head
Direct from my Heart instead.”
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