How easy it seems to traverse both ways
the mark between "good" and "best"
To be in a place of work
instead of the place of rest
Doing the things essential
Building down matters of need
But straying in focus
and lifting the heart away from His feet
Draw me Lord
unto your feet
Even when the motion of service
moves me about
Hold my eyes to you
like the living creatures' gaze
as they move around
Always upon You to gaze
In the midst of fire
in the middle of lightning
When the wind of the wings
roars up like waters
Fasten my gaze upon You
~JLB
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