The silence in me screams, it cries out,
For the needs of an unmet soul reduced.
My arms wander, they flail,
For nothing but a false reflection removed.
My heart slows, it drops,
From distanced dreams long lost.
My eyes fail, they grow tired,
From watching a world wronged.
I am lost; I am lost,
For not losing myself in You.
“We are not primarily called to do something or go somewhere; we are called to Someone.” – Os Guinness, The Call
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