psalm 43
You set me on a high place
solid, stable, sure
my feet, heart, my mind
so prone to wander fixed
where no enemy
can move me, Your hand
open, awaiting my grasp
all else may crumble
everyone else may turn away
reject me, despise me
push me toward dismay
or faltering faith
while You wait, hand open still
to move me higher
where the air grows thin
but thick with Your presence
inhaling deeply all that is You
and all that I need
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As we travel on the road our Lord has placed before us, it's nice to meet a friend along the way. Thank you for stopping to leave a few or many words, I'm always interested to read your thoughts.
blessings and love,
in His service,
in the fire,