A Quiet Presence
They slip inside in silence
a quiet, gentle whisper
and gather in the presence
of ordinary women.
Surrounding them with reverence
angelic wings enfolding
they listen to petitions
raised up in pure devotion.
As humble prayers are lifted
to God in sweet communion
His messengers will take them
above, like priceless treasures.
The Spirit, ever leading
it pierces all the darkness
the enemy is fleeing
from mighty words, now spoken.
Power, there is great power
in heads bowed down together
that reach beyond this hour
to His everlasting Presence.
Written on 11/19/2015
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015
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