I Think It’s Called “love”


That merciless and unrelenting hound of heaven
hunts and pursues you the unexpecting soul
who follows along complacently
so that unbeknownst to you you're pulled along
hardly even aware of anything happening
until one day you stop and look around and
realize you're neck deep in this thing
not even sure of how or when it happened or
began but all you know is you can't get out
now because everything's so different and all
you want is more of Him and the more
you want the more He gives and the
more He gives the more you want
so that when you stumble the harder
you cling to Him and when trials come
the more you need Him and when life
is good the more you delight in Him and
when the devil thwarts you the more He
works it to His plan and then He's got
you so that whether you live or breathe
or fight or die you do it all for Him.

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