Chomping Figs

I can’t get over Jesus and that fig tree,
The unexpected, the faith without total control.
He didn’t operate the same.

I love him so much.
I believe he brings me to the edge of adventure,
To let go of

Everything.

He was and is and is to come.

The beginning, the middle, the end.

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