A Poem of Where RACHEL BIRDSELL
When I walk through the garden, I am overwhelmed with nearness and lightness. So, my heart knows where As I walk with the Father; But a deceiver came in the night Where no light is found. He said to me, “Now, I do not know where I am inside my heart.” I run and hide to clothe myself in garments of shame and torment. The Father walks in the garden and asks, “Where are you?” But my realities of where are stolen.
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