(HUNGER AND THIRST!) Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.(MATTHEW 5:6) The time has come to sojourn with our Lover, the Lover of our souls, for the days are dark and trying. Were fighting the devil and his imps, the forces of evil at every turn; and our world of souls is lost and dying Come to Me, says the Lord, in the whispers among the shadows; lay your head upon My chest and trust I AM your only source of peace, your calm in the thunder, and believing I will protect you is a must Walk with Me alone, says our Love, And, hear My voice in the night; Hes hovering close, during this groan. If we are afraid, its our own fault, for His left hand is under our heads, and His right hand embraces His own. Theres light in the shadows, as we hunger for Him stronger; He seems to wrap us in a cocoon of wonder We hear the coos of our Master and the swoosh of angels wings, while the world hears claps of roaring thunder As we walk alone with Him, He tells His secrets and His plans, in prophetic nuances of His Holy essence. We are so speechless in the silence, with only His voice and His touch, as we reach a pinnacle of His presence. Our hearts beat with the cadence of His voice, as He mentions His love in such romantic tones, that come from above. It seems we have entered another place, holiness is prevalent and earths blackness is replaced with a white dove. Perfect peace surrounds us in this solitary place, and we dare not move; we want it to last forever, and not cease. Weve grown accustomed to His warmth and His gentle love to His beloved, as we feel the burdens release Oh, if only the world could feel this and know the Love of their Holy Creator; they would come running with no doubt The Lord longs for that encounter with every soul. He formed His image from dust; thats what Hes talking about. He cant help but convey His plea, while we walk alone together, that we must bring others to Him, and soon. Were moved by His compassion for His lost ones, and we weep together alone, with just the light of the moon. Suddenly, we realize our God is lonely; He misses His bride and longs for the trumpet sound, too We know our time is coming to a close; we sense the morning light pouring in, with sprinkles of morning dew Clinging to our Lord, we cry that we dont want Him to go; He says that Hell be back; He loves our time alone. As we feel that closeness lift, we pray loves sweet refrain, in a lonely lilt of craving, and a sorrowful groan. Hes still with us, we know, but theres something about that time alone with Him; it pulls us to the mountain. On that misty, we taste Loves perfection, placing ourselves in position, under an overflowing fountain. Its what we will know for all of eternity one day, when He comes in the twinkling of an eye, and whisks us away Let it be soon, is our Mighty cry, as we look up for a sign in the moon light sky, and we yearn for Him as we pray. But, still its hard to leave that place where just the two of us waltzed among the clouds, where God is first. So, we come back to the noise, the world and its woes, back to the place where on our faces, we Hunger and Thirst! (SHALOM)
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 07:41:33 +0000
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