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Time waits now in balance-
Full cup waits to be emptied, Empty to be filled. It makes no sense, this time- As I sit and watch You watch me. I wonder, Jesus- Is it all a dream? An image? Illusion? Interlocking, interwoven Inner thoughts are knocking Over and over and over As they flee. Jesus, intercessor, intervene! Calm the storm that wrinkles My sea of Galilee- Yours are the only prints My waters seek.
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