Sunday, January 11, 2009

Close to Heaven

I don't wait for God. I go to Him. Satan is so transparent.

God always speaks in riddles. Answers questions with more questions. Because we must find our own answers.

Mu conversations with God are brief. He says listen and I try. It's hard to wait for heaven when hell is so close.

I was talking to Jesus. Like he was listening. We grow old even this close to heaven. We ask God to hear us. nut he's too far away.

I lay down in my grave. Assuming the kingdom has come. I tell Jesus to be patient. I'm still learning. The consequences of this paradise.

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