Waste Me Away

May it be found that my best years were not given to men but wasted away in secret seeking of my God. For half a man filled with the Spirit is twice the man consumed by the flesh.

 I think it impossible to be of any use to God’s people unless I bear the crippling mark of a life encountered by Him. Touch my hip and hobble me Great Father, for my heart longs to wrestle with thee. 

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