MARANATHA, September 1998

Jesus Dear, you are my existence,
The core of my being, the one to whom
I call when night is long and
Sleep resists my aching body.
I yearn for you to talk to me
And tell me of those mystic
Revelations which bring such
Joy to those to whom you can
Truly reach at a level of
Understanding, simple and complex.
No easy longing this, to know
Something of that mystery of life
Which brings some answers to our
Eternal questions. I do not ask
Why me, why my pain – I offer
That gladly with all my heart.
I ask instead for understanding
Of that longing we all have
Within us, to know you
More clearly, to be with you
More nearly. I have sometimes
Broken through that cloud of unknowing,
Moments only when I have known you,
Felt you, been with you, at peace with you.
Come, Lord Jesus, come.

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