a prayer. an utterance. on a tuesday afternoon.

20 Aug

Lord, I long to hear your whisper again
To feel your ethereal embrace as the smile stretches across my face
Inexplicable joy
Oh fleeting folly
But really just blissful ignorance
In your presence.

God you are my God
Earnestly I seek you
My soul thirsts for you
My body longs for you

So whisper in your still, small voice
And may I hear you in the breeze
A whistle through these bare, bare trees


Just something.

To remind me that you’re everything.


Written by Core team member Erin Kole