This is a poem I wrote about moving from a god of the imagination to the Living God:
The thought of Your love flatters me like a commercial
When I think You are like me,
And leaves me where I am.
The taste of Your love as you reveal it
awes me like the aurora, when I see your incomparable and lavish mercy on the cross,and draws me out of myself.
There is no moral magnet in me
that attracts your love,
It all resides in You and is given not as a wage due.
Your love is a relentless pursuit of a rebel,
And feels like a kind of death as it subdues,
And yet never am I more alive and free t
han as your yoked servant.
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