"I want to talk to [Yah], but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long."
There is only one I need and he is the only who I can talk to, but I get discouraged. I think impossible feats. I've wonder if he hates me. I've wondered if we really knew each other. Now all those ponderings seem so silly.
He gives you what you need. And when you ask and listen he'll tell you what you need to hear.
My only regret is that I don't talk to him more. My only regret is that I don't pray more. I worry so much about things that don't matter--things that were never in to be out. I'll admit it. I admit it. I am so flawed. These aren't excuses because there could never be a worthy excuse. These are just facts. In the end--as if there was one--He knows how I feel about him. Even when I doubt, my doubts aren't real.
The only thing that's ever been real is Yahweh. Call him what you want but I'll call him Dad. I know there is no greater love and I'm grateful to be a recipient. I'm making a lot of mistakes and I hope they lead me to better things because only He has the power to do that and I know its possible. I want to hear His voice.
