Fettered by a rope swing,
Entertaining hopeful escape,
Each forkful of apple pie
Yields naught but sour grapes.
The sky reaches far, the grass pulls tight,
And thus I'm anchored to this site.
I wish to run,
to seek,
to find,
but wispy dreams
sequester the mind.
What clouds remain, in reality,
still pass, as vacant imagery.
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Without my Father, I am unable to do anything worth mention, despite any sort of benevolent ideal or half-formed plan I might develop.
“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." John 15:5
For this, I couldn't be more humbly thankful, for who am I to say what is most beneficial in the long run, most satisfying, most useful, most 'necessary'?
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the LORD.
“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts." Isaiah 55:8-9
to seek,
to find,
but wispy dreams
sequester the mind.
What clouds remain, in reality,
still pass, as vacant imagery.
================================
Without my Father, I am unable to do anything worth mention, despite any sort of benevolent ideal or half-formed plan I might develop.
“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing." John 15:5
For this, I couldn't be more humbly thankful, for who am I to say what is most beneficial in the long run, most satisfying, most useful, most 'necessary'?
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the LORD.
“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts." Isaiah 55:8-9
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