At times practical
sanctification is swift,
and lessons are quickly
learned and applied.
At other times
the pace is slow
and unhurried,
as lessons are
assimilated
deep within.
At times your
wanderings,
cause you
to pause
along the way,
with no forward
motion.
And you wonder why?
And you ask
where is the Lord?
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