Mystery...
it sits with me
in a kiss of brokenness-
it sits with me
in a kiss of brokenness-
In a washing of His Presence,
leaving me
breathlessly weak, I am
still...
In the Valley of Baca
ground soaked -
He sees me.
Seeds watered,
not gone unseen,
Letting go, I'm released-
to dream and breath;
beautifully broken,
He sweetly whispers...
come away,
with Me.
leaving me
breathlessly weak, I am
still...
In the Valley of Baca
ground soaked -
He sees me.
Seeds watered,
not gone unseen,
to dream and breath;
beautifully broken,
He sweetly whispers...
come away,
with Me.
Long hesitations in commenting here for I wanted to "Leave no trace". Please pardon this one footprint. First image that came to mind as I read your writings came from a movie. When a hand reached into the water and pulled Frodo out.
ReplyDeleteAnd the whispers came.
Thank you for sharing
I am simply a beggar blessed stumbling in the Grace