Friday, 12 December 2025

Speak to me…

God: ​speak to me?
Me: I rather not!
Who cares but I suppose the Father hasn’t forgot.

God: Speak to me, or pray?
The devil has never won this fight at the end of the day.

God: Speak to me?
Me: What is the point of that?
I am just repeating myself as when I do that I look a pratt.

Me: I need to got on with it but not sure what to do?
I am looking to you God always, what’s the path I pursue. 

Me: I want space
And I want peace of mind
And most importantly of all I need God’s inside of me to actually be able to find.

Jason
13th December 2025

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