His soft gentle whisper
Is oh so very sweet.
Every word that’s spoken
Is a precious word to me. Continue reading “His Gentle Whisper”
Moved by His Wind
As His wind moves me
It’s His voice I listen for attentively,
I’m forever compelled to ascend higher,
While softly He beckons,
“Come up here!” Continue reading “Moved by His Wind”
Rest Awaits
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How does one deal with the swirling chaos that may surround us,
Losing focus as it blinds us?
Overwhelmed and in despair,
Seems no one stops and bothers to care. Continue reading “Rest Awaits”
Possibilities Infinite Await {poem}
Be not distraught by winter’s clime, nor let barren fields dismay. For in the spring, life presses forth as night turns into day.
Through icy winds and chilly skies, dormant lies the seed. Yet life exists where none is seen, as we follow Creator’s lead. Continue reading “Possibilities Infinite Await {poem}”
The Lover of my soul… Yeshua
My every Breath that I Take is given by Him ..
Whom I Cherish .. His Strength holds me up ..
His Peace Floods my Soul .. My Beloved … Continue reading “The Lover of my soul… Yeshua”
Majestic His Sounds
In the Tabernacle of my Lord
He bids me come
He has poured
His music, I succumb Continue reading “Majestic His Sounds”
Let My Sound Arise {poem}
Let my sound arise
Incense before Your throne
Let my sound arise
My yielded heart Your home Continue reading “Let My Sound Arise {poem}”
The Pruning (Character Building Time) {poem}
Father, I yield to the pruning, for I know it’s for my best
So even when it hurts me, in Your presence I will rest Continue reading “The Pruning (Character Building Time) {poem}”
Choosing to Bear Fruit {poem}
I desire to bear fruit, Father, and have that fruit endure
For my life to make a difference, and my heart to be found pure
So I meditate upon Your Word and choose Your ways each day
Abiding in Your presence – Your love abounding – here I stay Continue reading “Choosing to Bear Fruit {poem}”
Tarries Not {poem}
Look ahead, beloved
For the time has yet to come
For tears to cease to flow
And death to be no more
Wait for it, beloved
Though it tarries, it tarries not Continue reading “Tarries Not {poem}”