He is my joy in the morning;
showing me the love that endures
in ways my speech cannot convey to mortal ear.
He is my joy through my day's journey;
sustaining the breath within me
by the grace and mercy flowing from the cross.
He quiets me with His love as I lay down upon my bed;
dispelling the fear that looms to steal His joy from my grasp,
and singing His love song to me as I dream of the vineyards.
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Lovely. I sooo relate to this line: "in ways my speech cannot convey to mortal ear." Some things there are no words for. Sometimes even the Holy Spirit can't find words, and instead groans on our behalf...
There is a scripture verse that I had in mind, but I haven't looked it up yet. I shall get back to you and post something on the blog with regards to it as well.
Joy to you,
Lynne
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