I am HIS PRIVATE collection
I am what he says I am. As glass grazes across my canvas erecting a coming of the taste. O how the bitterness of the will. I try to calculate myself as well so slightly slowly as I get to know you lord. Am I a disappointment as well as I want to be. As I do not so I will walk as I did. I will wait as I am to wait. To be still for I can but can not. As I wait for his arrival. For his embrace. His story ,his maker ,his feelings ,his mind. O how I could get lost in his mind. As I will always seek that part of Jesus to know his story to taste his regrets ,his human eyes,his relationship with the land,the people ,the emotions the all. This is reserved for the God of his designs how I would pay as want to demand it I promise to any amount asked to know that very amount I will pay. Marry me kiss me again my friend for we were only kids when we eloped in the creek. The darkness is near he told me as he lead me down the railroad tracks instead. As I was scared he said fear not I am not. As we arrived to a red door with two gold dragons on each side as the arrival of .... We waited then too. -Parables for my lovers dreams Jesus
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