hungry heart

He’s asking me to die to other’s thoughts of my dirt smudged house.

To come to Him with a quiet, hungry heart.

To die to this flesh that cries for other lovers.

My heart longs for stead fast love, unfailing love.

The sirens call, I go to the world’s streams.

Returning, withering, heart panting for something Solid, something True.

Oh to die Jesus calls me.  

To die, yes, but oh that death is life. Joy.

A constant denying of every lover, everything that deadens me to Joy to my Life, my Husband.

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