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          Hope
          nestles itself
          up against my courage,
          pushing the resistance
          from my heart~

         ~Faith still somehow blooms,
          like an infrequently-watered flower,
          acting like it's being showered
          by the sweetest rain
          when i cry out to You, Father,
          in my tears and pain~

         ~And You call me in from the storm
          raging all around me,
          watching me pretend
          it doesn't touch me,
          when I'm drowning,
          and You let me pace around
          venting & foolishly ranting
         'till i dare to settle into the call
          to fall into Your arms,
          and rest until sleep comes.

          I will never run so far
          i can't come back to You.
          I wish running wasn't something
          my heart still can't help but do.
          You understand, You take my hand,
          though not on earth i find
          a love like this,
          to run from such bliss,
          i must've lost my mind~
                *~*~*~*~*
                   ~*~
                    *                ~By Anastazia Rowe~
                                          October,
                                           2004.