As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit, nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child: even so thou knowest not the works of God who maketh all. Ecc 11:5
The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit. John 3:8
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At the breath of dawn
I raise my life to You.
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I feel your warmth,
caressing the weary lines
that etch and pull
at the curves of my face.
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Your light tenderly penetrates
the closed lids
of my eyes,
beckoning me to see,
far past the visible realm.
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I raise myself up,
straight and tall,
pleading to you for the strength
I once had
of my own ability.
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My own strength fails,
as it always has,
but Your strength overcomes
my weakness
as I step out for You.
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I remain in sweet communion,
our spirits touch through
the gift of Your precious Spirit.
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I absorb and regenerate
from the power of joining with You.
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Your anointing oil pours
from the cup of Your desires
to the hope of my will.
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I see what you have called me to,
but understand not.
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I touch the oil that flows
down my garments
and wonder “Why”?
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The oil glistens on my fingertips
as I take it to its appointed work.
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I question and doubt,
every step of the way,
at why I was chosen for this work;
whether I could truly
make a difference.
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As I reach the appointed place,
I reach out and touch the life
I’ve been sent to heal.
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The anointing and the Spirit become one,
coursing through this vessel.
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The Spirit speaks forth
as virtue flows out
through these fingertips
and into another called of God.
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After the evening passes
and the shadows of doubt diminish
I return to the dawn
to seek You once again.
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I so desire to know You,
to understand the plans
You’ve set in motion,
a plan that only you
can comprehend.
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Forgive me, Lord,
in the dusk of doubt.
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Help me to know that
my greatest mission
is to carry forth the touch
You have put in my hand,
And to take the steps,
You have placed in my feet.
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Help me to realize that
all I need to know,
all I need to understand,
is that every move I make
is completely in Your will.
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Written 6-17-99
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Linda J. Humes 