Proverbs 18:10
The name of the Lord is a strong tower;
The righteous run to it and are safe
Off in the distance,
I see the tower rising above the horizon.
I'm out of breath from running in circles...
worn in body and spirit...
The perimeter shines;
drawing me to the light with the warmth of tender mercies.
The windows have faces and movement behind them;
a gathering beckons my soul to join in...
Coming upon the door of the tower,
I knock and the hinges move effortlessly open...
inviting me in to the feast of the banquet;
and joining the singing of angels before us...
His presence is there,
and fellowship sweeter than taste could impart to my senses...
The joy of the Lord in full bloom; and communion with family
as a peace-giving dream...
The eyes of my spirit gaze upon Glory,
and my flesh has been changed in an instant to immutable sinew...
...the promise fulfilled from His promise and grace...
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2 comments:
lovely. I wanna go to that party. running in circles. I do that. Like a gerbil. In one of those wheels...
I'm glad you liked it. This was the verse I kept thinking was in Isaiah...silly me! I appreciate the feedback. It lets me know that I have successfully crawled out of my own head and actually communicated...
Blessings and hummus,
Lynne
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