Oh, God.
I am not near You. I am too often a professional Christian and too rarely a real one. The war within is cataclysmic. My tectonic faith floats upon a sea of inner molten conflict. I ponder my name and feel such shame.
Oh, God.
I am so near You. I am always loved and treasured in Your sight. The faith within is anchored more deeply than sentiment. I know the one who sleeps in this boat as it tosses. I cannot be shaken, because You are unshakable. You whisper my name and I am not ashamed. You whisper, “Don’t You dare doubt my love for You.”
Oh, God.
You are a majesty I will never be. You are a man, just like me. I pressed sharpest thorns into your flesh and nailed You to a cross in the place called death. You pressed me deep to Your chest. You’ve known me from before I had form, and when all of these earthly days are a memory on the furthest shore, I’ve only just been born.
Oh, God.
Eternity more.
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