forgotten corners of acs

i’ll sing to you Lord a hymn of love,
for your faithfulness to me…

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it’s possible to love someone you’ve never seen before
but it’s impossible to love someone you’ve never experienced.
i haven’t seen you Lord..
but surely, i have experienced you..

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the pillar,
where we sat at right angles
water cooler, red water bottle.
where i waited each morning

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the classroom,
where we had fellowship together
voices echoed, breaking out of the enclosed space
non-Christians were invited,
people were touched
i somehow remember the song -
and His kingdom will know no end…
- C3-06 -
on a cold day, the warmth of your hand.

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the metal bars,
where i sat, looked across to see.
i don’t know if you’ve realized.
but now, the view’s obscured by a tree.
i guess time passes,
and trees grow.

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the balcony,
with verses peeking out
from thin layers of white paint.
words from Isaiah, etched in pencil
reminding us to keep praying.
where many recesses were spent
and many tears were shed
where an NASB once lay,
now replaced by NLT.
light blue cover.

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the roundabout,
where Your word was shared
where i met quirky people,
passionate people,
stubborn people.
where we sat and prayed
and where i sat and watched
cars (and you) go by.

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my memories came like a flood,
and i somehow remember,
though trees have grown
though times have changed
though paint has worn out
though people have disappeared into shadows,

that Jesus – you’re still the same
always faithful, always loving, always there
thank you (: