Lord, whisper to me

I am standing on my feet
risking death
I hold my breath

Lord, whisper to me

A barren wind
covers my legs
with dust

Lord, whisper to me

When it is over
as it is
and the buildings crushed
as they are
where our books soak
in the fountains
and we’ve forgotten how to speak

Lord, whisper to me

Show me the nakedness of Your love

Copyright 2019. Michelle St. Claire. All Rights Reserved.

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