My faith walks on broken glass
A thousand shards pierce me
Daily
Slowly
Cautiously
The gods of the desert speak audibly
My heart overheard the sadness
That came from the man who waited endlessly.
My reason clings to the empty well
A few drops cannot satisfy my thirst
It yearns for more
For a little more
For you
Yet the bush burned the world black
He tests me a million times.
Cry out Jericho, bring down your walls.
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