Take time, in the lap of your Maker:
Solitude of sound.
Solitude of mind.
Going off the tube.
... Going off latitude.
Going off road –
to simplitude and fortitude.
Lead me tracking back to You.
Lead me attracted to Your point of view.
My neck hurts.
My everything hurts.
My numbness even hurts.
Bring me back to You.
I need to be glue.
I am completely unglued.
God, You know it. You do.
Bring me back to You.
©2012 jan leree