Romans 11
i want to be the morning light,
slowly dispersing over hills to
drive the dark off the rocks.
My unbelief burns brighter,
for where You have abandoned
mountains, dug lonely caves
i wish to explore, to invade
these unelected quarries with
my oscillating flame. Underneath
i may find those uncalled by You.
i don't understand. i want to.
Lest i flare indignant, i must admit,
if there are some You do not want
then i will go, offer sorrow, apology,
and perhaps a cup of tea,
then hopelessly hope they will walk back to You
with me.
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