Unfamiliar land amongst the mass of many,
Truth of my being remains the same.
Counting the cost, so many are lost,
Deceptions runs ramped in our neighborhoods.
Desperations cry that runs viciously through our soul,
Draw near to me Lord, I’m running after you.
Reaching out just to touch your holy feet,
Your child of love needs to rest in you.
Pouring out heaven upon this planet,
I’m smothered by your all consuming glory.
Whatever matters most, all seems to be vain,
Let the moments of days not be about self.
Matthew A. Reed
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