Far broken.

For the sins of my people

For the blood on their hands

For the idols in their hearts

For the adultery in their minds

For the other gods they place before You

For the distractions that hold their gaze

For the empty lies of business that eat up their time

For the darkness that consumes their attention

For the land mines of doubt in their deep

For the apathy with which they chase You

For the hollow nothings that they use to fill their emptiness

For the fallacy of self as the highest

I hunger

I thirst

I weep

I bow

I beg

Body of Jesus, usher me in, that You may hear my solemn cries and pardon the large comings of my people

Choose them

Chase them

Woo them

Use them

Restore them to Yourself

{heart}

Kel

The musings that come when I cannot fall asleep.