Monday, April 23, 2007

Phantasmagorical musings.

Your speech is laced with whispers of things we both wish you would say
Maybe what is now a dream will be reality one day

God, let me never forget that the pilgrimage to the place where we fulfill the ambition for which you have us in this fallen world is called life, and that this journey in and of itself is the reason we are here. I will not fulfill my purpose until the day you call me heavenward in Christ Jesus. Let me run the race each day stronger still until that moment comes.

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