Stretching up towards Heaven's shores;
my rumbling spirit leads me on
towards the reward of His sustaining joy.
Captured by grace;
my longing draws me towards
the hem of His garment;
My hands raised and stretching themselves
past normal expression;
full expectation of His hand reaching down
to meet me in my need...
Stretching up towards Heaven's shores;
my hunger propels me on...
setting my eyes on those tasks that
warm the Father's heart.
4 comments:
"setting my eyes on those tasks that
warm the Father's heart."
I have a feeling that this post did just that. Never stop doing what you were created to do.
It has become clear that writing is part of what I was created to do. It is such a joy. Many times the words flow and I don't realize all I have written until I see it on the page(or screen)after it is done.
Thank you so much for continuing to confirm what I have sensed His leading to be...
Have a cup o'joy
and a fresh taste of the bread of heaven...
"The joy of the Lord is my strength."
I'm confident that your writing brings Him great joy. I'm just thankful that I get to share in it. Keep it up.
Thank you for encouraging me. I have fallen into my style of writing over the years; and have just recently starting sharing it like this. I think I begin taking it for granted simply because I have been doing it for so long.
Be blessed...
Lynne
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