Oh, that this carnal appetites of the soul
will lose its inferno
burning inside this fragile temples of a lower man,
who is
sufficient and whole;
partaking from the insufficiency of thy presence.
Dying, dying, dying!
May I die from the appeals of the mundane
becoming worthy of you, O’ Lord
My heart is numb towards thy kingdom and it’s righteousness, but my soul is alive to what you loathe
O’ life-giving spirit, the warmth of the Father, the purifying furnace of God
Quickened my spirit like a young deer panting for heavenly waters in the wild, to quench my soul of it’s thirst
Dying, dying, dying!
To the impulses of the flesh, the mundane
Finding a seat in your presence;
Captured by the effulgence of your glory
– 📸: unknown artist
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