Imploring...
Take me through...Sweet Jesus
help me stand...against the plough
Take me through...Sweet Jesus
please be my help...here and now
If I am to stand today...Sweet Jesus
Thou alone must give me...all the strength
Take me through, please ...Sweet Jesus
Thou my keeper, ever since
Receiving...
When He comes...
the air, that vibrant life giving source
is stilled...we 'breathe'... Him.
Joy...to an extent thought unattainable
flows in abundantly... as
He invades our isolated places
razing despondency's darkness.
When He comes...
the glow from heaven's lights
are shamed...
even the glisten from millions of dust particles
cannot shadow...the Bright and Morning Star!
His entrance...
saturates in such unpronouncable ways
that chains... heavy with life's assaults...
are shattered...
spirit, mind, body and soul are revived.
And you know...
anyone could have visited
anyone... could have offered a word...
or two...of encouragement, but none
could have touched...so deep
none...could have filled...so complete
no, none...
could have satisfied your yearning
to the depths of splendor... so pronounced
which can only be experienced...
when God...Answers...our Prayers
PSALM 40:1-3
copyright; joyce m bell/2009
This is delightful treasure by a creative, blessed writer. Thanks for this one, Joyce. I am moved, once again.
Warmly,
Sage
passion that shine through. WOW, Joyce!! Like, WOW!! Hugs, 'Pea'
Daniel
Georg
Love,Christine
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Love And Prayers
Always!!
ann
Your prayers ring out.
John
Be always safe,
Karen
Pray I do still asking for others and my health
and wake I do another day
to once again thank God.
Thank you Joyce for all your wonderful writing
Love & peace be with you
William