pushing through the
crowded streets
past fears, emotions
and terrors of the night,
I sought him
rejecting the voices
of judgement
and reproach, of ill will
and despair,
I sought him
knowing my need,
my weaknesses,
my vulnerabilities laid bare,
I sought him
pressing on, urgently
for no-one else would do,
none were able
I sought him
just to touch him,
would be enough
I sought him,
I sought him, and
he responded to my prayer,
I was whole again,
he called me
and I came
falling to my knees
in awe and trembling
I sought him
and he sought me,
through the crowds
blessed me
and set me free…
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pushing through the
crowded streets,
I seek him...
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