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Possession


It burns within me
A longing that lingers too long.
More than a seeking,
more than a striving,
more than a stirring.

Can I just have You.

Tempting holiness.
Endless habitation.
More than longing,
more than a leading,
More than a laboring,

Can I just have You.

Pant no more
Lovesick no more
More than a calling,
more than a craving,
more than a chasing,

Can I just have You.

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Anonymous said…
That's powerful. Could you post this on JCFansite in the time which you feel so led? There is a new post up there now, so I wouldn't post this right away, but when you feel led.

:o)
7:57 AM
Wally said…
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