Unrestrained
Is there anyone who can restrain this water?
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works" (Psalm 26.7, KJV)
Is there anyone who can restrain this water?
Why do we love?
In darkness but not alone.
You already know the whole story.
I’m tired, and we seem to have become separated.
Perhaps it’s not all about a fish.
Right next to us, but miles away
Save me from trying to live without skin.
The blind see, the silent speak…
What if living in truth is all about living loved?