Suffer Not The Spirit

Suffer not the spirit as it moves upon the gentle wind.

Yet take joy as it delivers peace unto the weary soul again.

For once afore this there was the oppressive…ever crushing dark tide.

Waves filled with black legions which came forth to assail both heart and mind.

Though this pen; this voice will fade from memory.

Though these words shall turn to the dust of savage time,

I shall sail on wings of comfort to come forthwith to this King of mine.

Therefore I take with me this day, a new direction which the Lord hath made.

J. Allen Wilson © 9/2007