relentless servantry.

I want out.

I made it my charge,

My charge to search for the rest of this life

For my Purpose.

I cannot live for earthly things,

These things do not bring me joy,

But rather emptiness.

And a longing for something which I do not know the true origins,

Or the true name.

But I long nonetheless.

So I call it Jesus.

And I can feel the intense response of its longing for me.

I want out.

And the path is living its Purpose,

Not earthly things.

Just in case you're out there God, please show me my way.

Lost Orphan.