God is never missing

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Always on

Always present

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Yet the greatest faith

Is the lack of it

Practicing love when it’s unreturned

Or so it seems

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Giving to the ingrate

Who seems to always want more

Living a life of servanthood

When all desires pull me elsewhere

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These are the marks of love unleashed

A love hidden deep in the dark night of the soul

Richer than the mystic who has affirmation

Stronger than the preacher with perceived truth and waves it like a flag

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For the lover who loves quietly and silently without reward

Is the truer one

Where sadness is felt but not transmitted

Where the recourse is another visit to the well

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In the hope Jesus will be there someday