God calls. I hear. God calls. I listen. God calls I act. God calls. I feel his presence.
Clock ticks. I Hear. Clock ticks. I listen. Clock ticks. I act. Clock ticks. I run. Clock ticks. I run faster. Clock ticks. I feel exhausted. CLOCK TICKS. I fall.
It’s dark. The air is thick. Breathing is difficult. I crawl. Difficult to push my way through. I stand. I trip. I fall.
God calls. I hear. God calls. I listen. God calls I act. God calls. I feel his presence.
Clock ticks. I Hear. Clock ticks. I listen. Clock ticks. I act. Clock ticks. I run. Clock ticks. I run faster. Clock ticks. I feel exhausted. CLOCK TICKS. I fall.
It’s dark. The air is thick. Breathing is difficult. I crawl. Difficult to push my way through. This time I can’t get up. God’s hand reaches out through a light in the distance. My fingertips almost touch his, but I can’t quite reach. The light is not bright, it’s hazy. I call out. I hear it…the ticking….
Clock ticks. I Hear. Clock ticks. I listen. Clock ticks. I act. Clock ticks. I run. Clock ticks. I run faster. Clock ticks. I feel exhausted. CLOCK TICKS. I fall.
The darkness is silent. I listen. I hear the whisper. God’s whisper. It’s faint, I can barely see the light, his hand reaching out…but wait…..other hands are reaching out to me, all I have to do is reach out and hold on, but if I lie still I can hear the clock. The minute hand will come back around I don’t even have to hold on it will push me around that clock once again. I can run. Run faster. Run to exhaustion.
How many times around the clock until I hold on firmly to the hands of God, the hands of God’s family? Letting go of the minute hand, clasping his hand.
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