At times the mind is empty
it has nothing to say
but then...
the phrases of admiration break
resembling the dawn of a fine new day
Out of a silent heart
flow syllables of Glory and Praise
like a mighty wave breaking upon a dry shore
....the chaff is driven away
And one is reminded, why...
It is not us at all...
who bring forth the lauds
which fill our inspiration halls
Not us at all...
who form the tender prose...
who speaks...who knows
Not us at all...
who gives every breath...
that tell of such mighty heights and depth
But a Glorious King...!
with miraculous healing springs
A Marvelous Keeper...!
bountiful substance reaper
A Trusted Benefactor...!
our soul's wroth retractor
'Tis God...
God Alone!
Ps 86:10
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Daniel
Regis
Anna
Love and Blessings,
Christine
" It is He who gives every breath
that tells of His mighty heights and depth" Without Him we cannot be alive.
Love Emile
John
Ron
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Blessings,
Christine