Complete Me.

What can make me whole again?

Nothing but the price paid by Perfect Love.

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There are times we feel incomplete.
We think we need to catch up -
We want to achieve so many things,
we have priorities,
we rearrange our lives according to what seems right.

You try so hard.

You think you're right,

it feels like you're finally taking control of your life -

yet you don't understand
why you just don't feel good
why you can't be satisfied even after completing your tasks
and fulfilling your man-made targets.

Unfruitful busyness.
Dissatisfaction eats you up.
Results never seem good enough.

I went through this before -
it's like scrambling around like a mad mouse
in a mini-maze;

My ignorance and pride must've amused him quite abit.
Thinking about it now,
it's such a slaponthehead behaviour -
oh we smart alecks.

He could have demolished my maze construction.
But he let me be,
just as he'll let us be
[doing our 'thang']
not because he enjoys watching us make a fool of ourselves,
but he knows we'll ultimately tire out -

just as I did.

And to my amazement,

it's at the point of surrender,
of being weak at the maximum,

when he scoops me up
and put lay my head on his bosom
where I find a peace that surpasses all understanding.

You laugh and say to me,

'Not by your might,
nor by your power,

but by Me.

I can only move in your life
when you let me,
when you learn to trust that

I will ensure all things will work together
for good to you who love me.

Heaven and earth will pass away.
But my promises to you will never.'

Even when the mountains tremble
and a thousand fall,

Don't allow me to loosen my emrbace -
being close to you,
knowing I belong to you,

completes me.

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