Sunday, October 15, 2006 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When I had no books about You to read, I looked for them, but when You wanted to talk to me in person, I told You to wait until I finished reading.
Now I have lots of books to read, but I just wanna hear Your voice and be where You are. But You aren't talking.

Everytime I cry when I tell someone I can't seem to find You, but I believe, it is then when You are the closest.

I just want You.
I don't care if the mucus run down my face, and I look a mess. I don't care if I sob really loud and people stare at me. I don't care if I'm prostrate on the ground and I can't get up.
I will seek You until I find You. I will heave and sob until Your refreshing comes.
There ain't no giving up, for You hold my world.
You hold me close. I am at Your right hand.

Happy birthday to me, Daddy, I just want You.
Thank you, my dear friends, for all sorts of encouragement you've given to me. You are His blessings in detail to tell me He loves me.

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Eveline pops at |10:02 PM|