Could it have been what I shared with being above the unusual man on the other side Could it have been the state of the motive with which I longed after His Spirit?

Same lover whom I dearly craved
whose name I was confident to say
the builder whom my path paved
choosing to every price pay

Tens of strangers had fought for His place distance geared for a heart displace deception assured all was the same
with the camouflage of what was erased

If Irony is the word literature calls
an opposite of what was expectantly sought what then is the adjective for a distance caused between the hungry and his pot of sauce

Now I’m left with mere desires
How do I even overcome these “cants”
perhaps some time with the psalm’s deer
would help emphasize the desperation in pants

Being far from Him only taught hard
that there’s no joy outside what He gave
Now I plead for what I formerly had,
In sincerity Lord, I crave my crave.

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