Why do the words come so
quickly;
but I don’t have time to
write them?
Why do I hear them in the
night?
What am I supposed to do,
with the words
I have been given? Is there
a place, for me in Your light?
Why do I think I know; but struggle
with purpose
the world wanting me to
earn,
to believe in my own self,
the source of my bread.
What am I to do, to earn a
living
or is that itself a lie, of
the world’s creation?
How can I walk closer to
You, Lord;
How can I know that it is
You speaking?
April 13, 2014
Isaiah 50:4
Jeremiah 29:11
Micah 6:8
Matthew 28:19-20
Jeremiah 18:1-6
Devozine
for April 13, 2014
“Next
Day Stretch”
&
Devozine for 4/7/2014 to 4/13/2014
“+why?”
&
Patten Methodist Youth Group
Stetson Memorial United Methodist Church
Patten, ME
April 13, 2014
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