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another late-night poem

I’m hungry again

I just want more, Lord.

The manna was good, but how about

Something I can sink my teeth into -

Just some meat - a quail, a dove

Ah, but You

You want my meat, my bread,

The thoughts I think as I lay in my bed.

It is all yours - take it, take me

Take me away from this sin - set me free!

This skin will be changed

And I’ll truly know

That my flesh was a veil -

I built my heart to flee

And fleeing it falls - but only by thine arrow

Can the hart bend its knee,

Bow its head

And drink

From Thee