GRACE

Ever so gently, the Spirit comes,

gently calling, gently waking,

the sleeping soul.

…

“Awake, Beloved, Arise,

join with me in sweet refreshing,

precious moments, you and I.”

…

And though I try,

to fight the weariness,

I fall again,

to senseless sleep..

…

“Awake, Beloved, Arise,

rest in the peace only I can give.”

…

My soul rocks,

battered by my own strengths,

by my own weaknesses.

…

The angels of light,

war with the angels of darkness,

fighting for the rights,

to my blessing.

…

Again I try to rise,

“Grace” – “Grace”

for spiritual strength,

to fight the demons,

that take their positions,

to stop the Rhema,

about to birth.

…

“Grace” – “Grace”

And with my cry,

a change begins,

a pounding pulse,

a surge of fire,

a rising up,

to the Spirit of truth.

…

In sweet communion,

with the one true Lord,

all weariness passes.

…

Refreshing of Spirit,

refreshing of soul,

no weakened limb,

just tender moments,

in anointed splendor.

…

“Arise, My Beloved,

and receive the gift,

I’ve so longed,

for you to have.

…

GRACE!

Written 11-1-98

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