This morning, I was reading through some old poems I had written, back in 2005 when I was going through a period of wrestling, and came across the one below.
Darkness falls on my theological parade
The band strikes up with my love for a Father
I make sounds
I speak forth truths
Without Your love
they are empty
Without Your presence
they are frustration
I can be right
and not be known
In my rightness I
lost You
In my blindness I
found you
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