Cast me not away from your presence,
and take not your Spirit from me.
God, it is I who cast myself away.
Call to me.
Don’t be so quiet and patient with me;
I am dense. Shout.
Draw me with irresistible forces.
Bring me home
by means of earthquakes and strong winds.
Do not ask me to come home:
break my resistance. Capture me.
Pick me up like Dorothy in the tornado.
Overthrow me. Claim me.
I know you claim me and accept me and serve me.
The only question
is whether I will accept you, and serve you.
The hard thing about faith
is always questioning my own faithfulness.
And you answer:
I will not force you.
You are already overwhelmed.
You are already home.
You are here.
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