So many songs in my spirit.
So much richness we have been given.
Together. Him.
Knowing- and being known.
What a wealthy life.
"Life piled on Life."
There is nothing lacking.
Not in this living room, anyway.
Not in my neighborhood.
Praise Your name.
Here. Now. Eternally.
Rich with endless supply of the Father's love.
Our inheritance is His name.
Lord, we gladly call Your name.
Your name that is higher,
that is older,
that is greater.
Your name is Peace. Freedom. Joy. Sorrow. Solid. Hope. Rest. Living. All.
You are.
3 comments:
Amen Sister! What's up with poetry today.. this is a poem, yes?? I had 2 others in my inbox this morning....:) the Lord seems to be speaking in prose this week. :)
"Life piled on Life. There is nothing lacking". Amen sister!!! Praise the name of our Lord, Jesus!!!!
Beautiful ideas. I love it :)
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