Sunday, December 4, 2011


This large stone I carry is difficult to manage.
Bulky, I cannot move it how I would like to.
Although I must admit, it is not heavy like it once was,
it is still there, mocking the saints of God.
How did it get here? When did it first appear?
It has been so long I cannot recall its inception.
Regardless, it is great and remains.
My steps are from the Lord, how can I understand my way?
I will wash my robe.
I will thirst and conquer.
I will make myself ready with fine linen, bright and pure.
Lord God, the Almighty, true and just are your judgments!

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