Dearest Master,
Please
don’t let me get cold. Wrap me in blankets
and nestle me into Your heart. Please
don’t let me be dizzy from hanging out upon clouds..
I spin
motionless in Your company. We go places
together, journeys into other worlds where people smile all the day long and remain
immersed in Your Spirit; the utopian
dream where strangers greet each other with warm embrace and holy kiss in the
name of Jesus.
Peace on
earth and goodwill toward men—the ideal of Shalom burns inside of me. I blame You for putting it there. I thank You for opening my heart and
enlightening my eyes.
So why am I
still cold? I grow lukewarm in my
associations. I believe solitude with
You can cure me. You bring me through
the valley and give me a path to walk on, a purpose for which to live. So why am I cold?
The shattered
glass is nearly mended. I am just
waiting for You to move. I know You Love me. I search for You in a church but prefer to
experience You in divine communion. Thank you for not leaving of forsaking me even
in my sin. I trust in Your precious
promises. In Jesus Name. Amen.
Larry Word
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