a prayer. an utterance. on a tuesday afternoon.
Lord, I long to hear your whisper again
To feel your ethereal embrace as the smile stretches across my face
Oh fleeting folly
But really just blissful ignorance
In your presence.
God you are my God
Earnestly I seek you
My soul thirsts for you
My body longs for you
So whisper in your still, small voice
And may I hear you in the breeze
A whistle through these bare, bare trees
To remind me that you’re everything.
Written by Core team member Erin Kole