Sixty-three

by: Mizepifany

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A seemingly never-ending voyage through vast deserts I want not to remain.

But in this land will I have a foretaste of glory. Yes! The taste of  the latter rain.

Dry lands had bled me dry, so upon the ungodly hour I stood waiting.

For yet I have to be in the secret place. To rest inside His dwelling.

As my heart burst with waters, You have listened intently to my cries.

As silence filled the air, You whispered softly, dispelled away the lies.

With tender and yet strong voice, strength and wisdom did You bestow.

Put into remembrance and understanding of the unconditional love I know.

Morning drew nigh. A full blast of warm rays flooded my soul.

In searching, I have found and struck treasure better than gold.

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An inspiration from Psalm 63.

It’s just in your HEAD.

Never ever think that you are worthless, because you’ll never know your life may be a source of inspiration to another.

-I just had to let that one out.

God bless!

Reaching Out…

Reaching out…

To the One who found me,

To the Cross where His blood cleansed me and made me whole,

To Your love, unconditional and forgiving,

To the Father who’s waiting for His prodigal son,

To the arms I belong,

To the Creator of all things,

To the only Hope of all,

To the only One who could fill this void,

To the Giver of second chances and bright new beginnings,

To the One who can bring genuine change,

To my Life, my Love, my forever true Savior.