i’ve been getting up early
looking for God in the morning mist
when the world is emptier, easier
I thought He’d hear my prayers more clearly
than at 3 am when they’re more cries than prayers
raspy whispers chasing the moon toward its setting
i’ve been getting up earlier than is easy
trying to decipher the messages You left for me
disconnecting Your voice from my desires
i heard it’s easier now than at 3 am
when my prayers are too desperate for any answer to be enough
the sun chasing me toward my rising
Carried Away 
This is really good. Something I can relate to.
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