Spacious Place
I leave the confining quarters
of my living room of life
and search
dark hallways,
narrow corridors,
dark hallways,
narrow corridors,
eery spaces.
Later I
ask,
“Where
are you, God?”
I long for
the
vast,
expansive territory
owned by
Him.
So I
surrender rights to
my
present dwelling
and move
into . . .
God’s spacious place.
God’s spacious place.
© 2014 Lana Gray
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