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Nowhere speaks to my spirit...

Poetry By: Margi
Religion and spirituality

Sitting at The Feet of Jesus and dancing in Heavenly Places!

Submitted:Jan 16, 2009    Reads: 106    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Nowhere speaks to my spirit...

Nowhere speaks to my spirit,
As this Place of Peace and Rest...
This little corner of my garden,
Where I meet with The Saviour that I love best!

We meet together at the start of the day,
When only birdsong is heard...
Very few people as yet are stirring,
And... the traffic is only a distant hum... as I ponder upon Your Word!

It's this time of Divine Appointment,
That is oh so Precious to me...
For during this time I can sit at Your Feet...
And Worship... and listen to what You have to Say to me!

I can enter into Heaven's Throne Room,
As I sit here Worshipping You...
My earthly body may sit in this garden chair,
But my spirit is dancing with angels as You Stroll into view!

Your Tender Smile is SO Precious,
Worth more than a king's ransom to me...
There's nothing I'd swap for this time spent with You,
No riches... or earthly opportunity!

For... since the moment that You Burst into my life,
Lifting me out of the deep, boggy pit...
You've Patiently Loved... and Guided me...
And Called me into Your Presence to sit!

I don't understand why You Called me,
I haven't a clue - it's true...
Except that Your Word Tells me that You Love me so
And You are The Life of The Word of God, in a world filled with lies and deceits, You alone are True!!!


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