Words don’t flow the same way, Father, when I speak to ones other than You.
The point of my story is too easily lost, when I lose sight of You. And my purpose dims, when my eyes turn from You.
I only want to write to You, Father, My Heart.
My words are meaningless and so much cacophony without You as their recipient.
I have no value, I offer no value, Father, that does not originate with You…
That does not long to return to You.
I love You, my Holy Lord, and ask only that You show me how to love You always and more completely.
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