You were not with me. You were not walking or keen to follow or seek me .
You wanted to do your own thing and use me to get there. You were busy and saying it was for me. You brought my name into it in a bid to justify all your efforts. But it wasn’t really for me. It was for you.
You were eager for the work, but you didn’t go on the walk.
Depart from me.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
