The Words of the Lord are pure words,
like silver refined in a furnace on the ground,
purified seven times.
I am not a nice person,
or even a rude one.
If your perceptions of me were lined up alongside the countless
thousands and
thousands of
snap judgements and
hot, cold, maybe lukewarm humans interactions
I would quite possibly fade into ambiguity.
Burn Your words into my heart,
that what I seek and what I desire
would be clearer knowledge of who You are.
You say I am known, and that I am Yours.
You say that I am loved, and finally I begin to
understand the weight of
Your words.
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