the more i want to write, too.
Not anything in particular. just to write is enough. just to recall and put down various bits & pieces.
the more i think on it, the greater my resolve grows.
[but how far my resolve is from my carrying out!]
i struggle now & then & now with what defines me
is it you?
is it what i make of myself?
my work?
my music?
the people who call me friend
& what they think of me?
these words, even?
i forget that "in Him we live, and move, and have our being."
He is what defines me.
& His glory is my aim.
To that purpose, then, pressing forward.
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