Empty without You,
Bereft of all things,
Nothing to offer,
Nothing to bring.
Only a skel’ton,
A frame without flesh,
A small, empty vessel —
Without peace, without rest.
Until You do fill me,
Until You bring grace,
Until You infuse me —
I need Your embrace.
You tear back the curtains,
You dissipate dust,
You melt all the misty,
You fill up my cup.
You bring into focus
What once was unclear.
The picture once blurry
I face without fear.
clarakatalin 
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