Friday, February 22, 2013

I Need Come

They come.
Birds chirp, perch. And the feasting begins.
Eager. Relentless.
Seeds swallowed down. Satisfying.
Each morning. Each day.
They come. Voracious. Devouring.
Filling on what is swallowed right down.
Singing, happy. Satisfied with the sufficient.
Beaks seek seeds once more.
I need come. Yearning.
To swallow down, the filling.
To feast, relentless.
Each morning. Each day.
Replenishing. The empty.
Nourishing the hunger.
For Him.
Be satisfied. And sing.

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