Pressed between the simplicity of your call, “Come follow me,”
and the complex crush of my daily cross,
I am humbled to my knees.
Here, shaped by the gospel of Your foot
washing love
I can gently, patiently, fish for men.
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You hollowed out a cleft where I can hide
when the battle without and within dismantle me.
Provision appears, angels minister, and I
hear the strengthening rumbles of your whisper.
I am not alone.
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