I come from light and when I shine, the darkness falls to it's knees and ground's made holy.. as His presence fills the place where I stand, or often kneel with hands that are folding.
A day goes by so quickly when Your love intertwines with heart and hands. A year goes by so slowly...an hour of hopeless turmoil when devil's dance.
But YOU Oh Lord, You are making me new, and I have been wearing this size for so long. These tattered clothes are tightly constricting, and I want to look pretty for You when I sing my song! I haven't read the words yet that I will sing, but I hear the Melody in my heart, and I know that when my voice comes forth it will run to where You are... and return with the recompense of love that was lost and I will rejoice at the gain and won't ponder at the cost... and who knows if I will ever stop singing?
Aaaaaaaaaaggghhhhhh! That last line! Gulp.
ReplyDeleteEvery storm, every fiery trial, every season of heartbreak....each has it's own song. When you are able to hear the song and sing it though nothing has changed.....the storm, the trial, the heartbreak will have produced what it was designed to bring forth in your heart. Sing, baby....just keep letting your life be that beautiful Melody. "The LORD is my strength and song, And He has become my salvation." (Psalms 118:14 NASB)
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