i was laying down. on Sunday nite.
just being silent. and ask Him
'what would You like to tell me?'
a year ago.. i was afraid.
afraid to ask and to get an answer.
i didn't want to hear it.
i had it back then.
and i lived as if i would lose it.
rather.. i sensed that was coming.
now I don't have it..
but i live as if i have always had it.
and will always have it.
i just closed my eyes. listening..
and realising something.
there is no fear in me.
just a divine calm.. and assurance.
the deadlines, the dead ends
the sickness, the lacking
it's not that they have vanished.
they simply have lost their terror.
speak Lord.. your servant is listening.
i wasn't able to utter those words with such conviction a year before.
but on that Sunday nite,
i was able to be honest and true and naked.
and realise that there was no fear within.
it was liberating. such freedom.
just being silent. and ask Him
'what would You like to tell me?'
a year ago.. i was afraid.
afraid to ask and to get an answer.
i didn't want to hear it.
i had it back then.
and i lived as if i would lose it.
rather.. i sensed that was coming.
now I don't have it..
but i live as if i have always had it.
and will always have it.
i just closed my eyes. listening..
and realising something.
there is no fear in me.
just a divine calm.. and assurance.
the deadlines, the dead ends
the sickness, the lacking
it's not that they have vanished.
they simply have lost their terror.
speak Lord.. your servant is listening.
i wasn't able to utter those words with such conviction a year before.
but on that Sunday nite,
i was able to be honest and true and naked.
and realise that there was no fear within.
it was liberating. such freedom.
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