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All asleep on the road except for me and the sun. She and I were racing for ground, and I was steadily losing to the day. The world was in that lonely time between night and the new days dawn.
100 Portraits were jamming rhythmic worship of unashamed love and the need to dance from my car speakers. I was happily singing along and enjoying the perfect shade of “early morning blue”, when the Deep entered my car.
The Deep, the fathomless depths of God, came pouring in. The depths of my being reacted with such fury, to be one again with its creator that the pain of its longing brought tears to my eyes. Longing, the depths of man and God. God in need of nothing, longing to be with man. Man in need of everything, unknowingly looking for God.
I sang! I wept! I loved and was Loved!