I find a longing awakened deep within…a holy dissatisfaction. Temporal things no longer sing their hypnotic lullaby. Eternity is set within the hearts of men that we may rise above the carnal. Let me live dead and there be resurrected. For dead men gaze on things above. Hide me in the cleft of Your person, in the subtle recess of Your being to often left unexplored. Let me walk with You upon the wave born of the breath of Your command. Burn my ships, those vessels of safe passage that lend themselves to the predisposition of my preference. Take me where only You can sustain me…and do not relent.