Desperate to move the heart of God.
Pounding on the windows of heaven -
Smashing the glass
Splinters fall like grass.
More than just a casual plea,
Then whimpering away.
Left with my tortured psyche
I shall not die but live,
And declare the goodness of my God.
Image by dirvish via Flickr
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