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I'm in love with words
GOD, I crave to mingle letters
much more skillfully
to bring my sacrifice
to my King.
what words are for
than to be said?
words are to give praise
words are to pray
words are to worship God
words are my offering
to the King of kings.
though, all my words are
nothing but a flaw
no more than a babble,
their fragrance ain't worthy
to touch your skies;
what are my words compared to yours?
you speak like thunder
and as the roaring ocean
like great waterfalls.
when put in your light
my letters are no more than
a puddle of mud;
won't You speak to me?
let your breath come upon me,
fill me with You.
© Sabina Rosca
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