February 27, 2014

Time

Don't be satisfied.

How can we be satisfied with so little,
Such a meagre taste of the only love that fills emptiness and heals anger
Grace is poured into faith embers
In the midst of frenzy and activity
No cost except thirst, a thirst that can't be satisfied elsewhere
Yet the plans we make blind us to the urgent hour
Lack of respect asks do we even know the price of what we take for granted
It is grace I can't forgive without
Grace I can't breathe without
Now we make up for lost time
Listening to the words I've longed to hear,
Words that were lost in the time that presses on my soul
Time measured carefully yet carrying standards of never enough










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