No Stand-by God -- Gods toes touch mine as face-to-face we stand, my belly brushes His all of the time, no arms-length God, He reaches for my hand, our actions move as through a shadow mime. I float forlorn between the earth and sky, temptation waves pile on up to my chin, no stand-by God, He stares close eye-to-eye, poised to unglue with mercy all my sin. I realize I have to reach out to Him, my freedom dictates I must do my part, no bloodless God, He knows my hopes are dim if Hes not right there for our heart-to-heart. O human Christ, Who shares my situation, help me just touch Your offer of salvation. by Pete Voelz pmvoelz.blogspot.sg
Posted on: Wed, 02 Jul 2014 02:41:00 +0000
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