“For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.” Psalm 84:11
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Ever so gently, the Spirit comes,
gently calling, gently waking,
the sleeping soul.
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“Awake, Beloved, Arise,
join with me in sweet refreshing,
precious moments, you and I.”
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And though I try,
to fight the weariness,
I fall again,
to senseless sleep..
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“Awake, Beloved, Arise,
rest in the peace only I can give.”
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My soul rocks,
battered by my own strengths,
by my own weaknesses.
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The angels of light,
war with the angels of darkness,
fighting for the rights,
to my blessing.
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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.
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“Grace” – “Grace”
And with my cry,
a change begins,
a pounding pulse,
a surge of fire,
a rising up,
to the Spirit of truth.
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In sweet communion,
with the one true Lord,
all weariness passes.
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Refreshing of Spirit,
refreshing of soul,
no weakened limb,
just tender moments,
in anointed splendor.
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“Arise, My Beloved,
and receive the gift,
I’ve so longed,
for you to have.
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GRACE!
Written 11-1-98
Linda J. Humes 