Tuesday, November 3, 2009

These Hands Have Done No Work Yet They Tire so Easily

Oh God how I long to love thee more, but my frail mind cannot comprehend such a motion. Not that I love thee with greatness, but that thou art so great that mind only comes to closest substitution when I come to think of thee. Oh God change my heart so that it may in turn change the world around it. I am so petty. I am so useless. I am so unfocused. Give my hands something good to do so that I may once again know what it is to find satisfaction in the work of them.

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