Spitting out the words

challenging the love of God
questioning God’s presence
spitting our these words
his bile, his anger

storms living, moving
swirling within him
spilling out, overflowing
hoping for communion

His anger pouring forth
directed at the creator
questioning God
his presence, his goodness


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November 14, 2012
page 80, Chapter 5,
“Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner”
The Shack, by William P. Young
http://www.theshackbook.com/

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