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04.02.26 - 05.05.26
As I look back,
   it feels like time has come to a stand still.
So much has happened,
   yet no time has passed.
Like I can't seem to feel
   the reprecussions of time.
And may be it doesn't matter.
   Maybe it's a sign.
That I'm following you
   in the day-to-day.
Not an idea,
   or culture,
      or organization.
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No human expectations
  or ambitions.
Abba,
help me to hold onto you.
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Your countenance and grace.
Your throne and mercy.
Your love and peace.
As life picks up,
and moves me along,
let me not forget:
To sit at your throne.
To seek you.
To hear from you.
To thank you and
to dine with you.
Let me not
   acclimate to what's around me.
Abba,
help me hold onto you.
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