I hear You the most
Not with the beating of the drums
But in the stillness of the early morn as the birds chirp away
I sense You the most
Not in parades and concerts
But when lovers, mothers and fathers and children, and friends
Exchange I love you's and hugs
I feel You the most
Not when in flamboyant worship
But when witnessing someone help a fallen man get up
I know You the most
Not through dramatic sermons and lectures
But through tongue-tied, ineloquent stories
Of people who arrived at the truth
I see you the most
Not in grand, sparkly, glittery fireworks and celebrations
But in the mundane, raw, repetitive grind of existence.
Chronicles of daily struggles, learning experiences, epiphanies, childlike surrenders, failures, and breakthroughs of an expat's wife
Showing posts with label worship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label worship. Show all posts
Monday, July 27, 2015
Monday, November 11, 2013
it's always like springtime with You
Your light is breaking through the dark...
This is what You do - You make me come alive.
❤
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Creativity Sparks Creativity
One of the things I learned in our creative writing class is that a creative mind can ignite another. Like an electric current, inspiration comes to those who are exposed to another person's imaginative work. It's actually quite obvious to miss - how many times have we been captivated by a landscape painting, which captures the perfect creative work of nature's Creator? How many classic love songs have been composed which talk about a woman's physical beauty? Therefore, if we want to have more creativity, let's soak ourselves in another's.
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| Painted by Jen and Cliford @ EN Central More prophetic paintings at https://www.facebook.com/Kree8SG |
Rainbow
Love
As
I abandon myself in worship
I
sense the sweetness of heaven drips
As
I yield in adoration and praise
I
feel the fresh morning dew dampens my face
I
close my eyes to listen to a melody
And
suddenly I begin to notice Your beauty
A
flood of colors come from nowhere
Showers
my dim space which was once bare
Pastels
of glory invade the air
The
rain flows like a river from my eyes
But
crystals of sunshine balm my heart.
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