We have waited far to long...as creation groans so does this deep sigh weigh greatly on our hearts. Great lengths seperate us from eternity; a massive chasm which has been so inconceivably longed after. Such wanderlust for God. To see the distance and hunger to sojourn towards Him. But we are skeletons with no muscle much to weak to lift our eyes. Dare I say, I think He should cross the divide. Dare I say He has. My weak heart needs a lullaby to soothe the scald. My mind needs a peace that speaks louder than the doubt. My body is to feeble and my confidence shatters at every painful encounter. My God, My God am I forsaken? Or is my trust enough? I sit amoungst desolation with the hope that you will raise me up.
