My friend, my dear one:
my heart is sewn into your chest
defenseless am I to your touch
© Meisaan Chan
My friend, my dear one:
my heart is sewn into your chest
defenseless am I to your touch
© Meisaan Chan
Take me where you want me to go:
my dreams for myself are so small,
with you the realm of planets is at my feet
© Meisaan Chan
When you’re an hour early, you can kill time
but why such violence toward my gift?
© Meisaan Chan
When you realize that fear is a conscious choice
you are much closer to being free
© Meisaan Chan
You can choose to fear, says the Lord
but that path will not lead you home
© Meisaan Chan
Obedience is the point at which
the most doors open
© Meisaan Chan
Ardent the pursuit
Ardent the receiving
© Meisaan Chan
Get out of the office of your life
and into the muck of the field
forget about how you appear
be abandon
© Meisaan Chan
The tiny church
nestled in mountains and drenched in falling light
sanctuaries within sanctuaries
© Meisaan Chan

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There is always more compassion, says the Lord:
When the well dries up
dig deeper
© Meisaan Chan