laid bare before the Lord.
heavy burdens, heavy hearted. i wait upon my Father who will defend, redeem, restore. not for my sake, for who am i. face in the dust, i cry out for mercy and grace, undeserving [of Him]. unrelenting [for Him]. for the glory and honor of all that He is, He will come. on chariots of fire and with swords outstretched, He will come. with the tenderness of a Father’s breath kissing his child’s forehead, He will come. and i will hide in the refuge of his towering shadow. i am poured out as a candle melted down, burned out; but He has laid hold of me, and so i rise once more. his flame is never quenched. justice shall yet appear with truth in her pocket.
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about the writer.“Words are only postage stamps delivering the object for you to unwrap” (George Bernard Shaw) past tense.
January 2019
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