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"I beg you from the bottom of my heart: smile, be gracious to me just as you promised." Psalm 119:58 Midnight rides my mind in future anguish, anticipation gives way to rote-on-the-ropes overagain routine. My heartbeat races ahead of my head while crooked fingers invite me to despair and falsecomfort prophets again. I'd rather rise and risk thanksgiving than worry again abed, but tv screens are crazy soothing and internet is comfortable folly infomercials are better buddies in predawn foggy carnality. but I need Your smile. give me what I'll never deserve let me set my mind on midnight offerings let my darkheart sing Your light at night let the couch of my comfort become my kneeling rail to call on the only One who smiles before and after cockcrow look on me whether I cry or call fail or fall look on me and melt my sin, shame, shattered-heart, scattered-thoughts with Your smile e-mail for mark |