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Think on why
My love has been
Lost on you,
On the times
I’ve had to
Look on you
With dismay
And tears
Welled up
In the eye
Toward you,
I hear a heart
From your soul
Towards Me
That wants less
Than I desire
To bring.
These are times
You reject Me,
My will,
My best,
What for you
I see.
Never reject
My Spirit-given
Things.
In dismissing
That suggestion,
You dismiss Me.
Search every thought
For Me, diligently.