This is what I feel: I don’t even know Him. I barely know Him.
I may know Him more than "the majority",
but that is not enough.
I have to know Him.
This hunger outweighs everything.
The world, and all its lusts, is growing dim.
There’s a place. There’s a place. There’s a place.
A hiding place.
A shhhhh place.
A under-the-covers-with-a-flashlight place with God.
Oh, to know Him.
It weighs even more than souls.
To know Him.
I will never learn to do ministry.
Instead, I will be like Moses who goes in the tent.
And when I come out my face will shine and lives will be changed.
There really is no other way to live….not anymore.
I’ve been ruined, stained with His Presence.
The depths I’ve known aren’t even in the deep end.
I’ve been fooled.
I thought I was swimming,
But this is only ankle-deep still.
Oh, Heavens, what is this place?