You,
“Knock, Knock…”
As it
stands, you are feeling abandoned. Stillness has turned to silence for you and
you are wandering where I am. It is impossible for anybody to remain so still
as storms rage into each other. But I am not anybody. I am. He who slumbers as
winds pick and waves crash. You must have realised by now that no harm can come
to you even as I remain still for I have not forsaken you.
You are
hardened by what you perceive to be me turning away from you in your time of need.
But even now I am seeking silently. I am consistently seeking after your heart,
searching your soul. I am doing great works in you. Even now I am at the door
knocking. Even now I am asking to be welcomed back in.
Even now.
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