A New Dawn

I want to wake with thoughts of Him on my mind.

With His presence exposed to me.

Flirting glances of our souls.

To be so intertwined that through His eyes I see.

And through my body He stretches forth His Love.

I was asleep, until He touched the deep of me.

I am a wasteland until I bare His fruit.

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He is the Beauty.

It's beautiful He wants me, cuz I'm not beautiful.

I'm not beautiful.

Alone.

Revelation 3:16

"So then  because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth."

Apathy of limboland...

...is the bathwater after the hot has expired.

it's the sticky heat of a summer day with no breeze.

the parched mouth of the desert, with the black baldheaded birds staring down at you.

the violin without any strings.

seeing the fountain and choosing to stay with a dirt tongue.

it's allowing a dethroned prince to rule over you, yet sitting on a throne.