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I'm running the risk of sounding like a middle schooler that thinks she is good at poetry by posting this. This is a poem I wrote about a month and a half ago....I'm still hesitant about posting all this stuff. (This is a little quick post because I discovered I will probably have to write more lengthy pieces on the weekend)....I think I had had a bad day when I wrote this and was just hoping for something better to come.

Until I see the earthly lights
flicker into a dark entity,
Until I sit in the break of night,
wanting, longing I will be.

Until I see the streets
filled with all things new and free,
Until I've explored the splendor,
wanting, longing I will be.

Until I see the throne,
my Faith affirmed wholly,
Until I touch those scarred, clean hands,
wanting, longing I will be.

Until I meet that gaze,
so unknown yet so familiar to me,
Until I've met my amazing grace,
wanting, longing I will be.

Until my tears flow freely,
basking in my Salvation's glory,
Until I live forever under that miraculous glory,
ever wanting, ever longing I will be.