i would like to know so much, be guide, have it writing down for me, how my heart yearns for it so greatfully said in the book of job.

as it is said were is my place of understanding, where do i search, within the heart which is feckled, not knowing the truth it self, within the mind who so easily plays it silly child's games. or within my soul with it's every lasting life force.


as i get on my knees and pray i wish to know, beg for it, and he so quietly spoke does not long life bring understanding, does it bring knowledge, i feel like i'm alone here, but i no i am not, my sin's are plenty, my heart aches, for i know when i kneel before him to answer, i will humvle my self and say yes i sined then, and yes i did again that time to, my judgement day will be long, an it is then i will ask for forgiveness as i do everyday i walk this earth.

as i ask myself where is my place of understanding.