i find it interesting that
i look for You in the madness
in chaos and noise..
and then i cry because i cant hear you speak to me
you are there all along
but i refuse to
come away with you
to quiet my heart
and let the weight of solitude
push me down
and burn my ears with
your echoing
whispers of truth.
"come to me...
find a quiet place.."
Isaiah 66:3-4—“Yea, they have chosen their own ways and their soul delighteth in their abominations . . . when I called, none did answer; when I spoke, they did not hear; but they did evil before mine eyes, and chose that in which I delighted not.”
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