HOLDING PLACE
Lord, has my patience not reached the end of its stretching?
A spirit ready to move but restrained for loss of direction,
Focused not on myself, but on vessels seeking truth.
Make this time of holding peaceful, for my heart yells for more.
May my heart find the satisfaction of resting in You.
This holding place is my refinery, molding me for the next step.
Fervent for a new cause, faithful to the risen Christ.
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