~ Poem the 1st Chap. Inspired Bye ~ Part #29
Oh Spirit of Love; lost ... far, and apart; away from any abundant freedom,
genuinely aeolian, without-You, soiled, sick, dying-naked cold alone-lost, this is all
of me broken of-heart; everything I can-give, here I am, please, pick-me-up
embrace me carry me onward upon this awakening.
Gentle lullaby of truth so divine my Sweet Phonation of Grace Faithful Father,
Keeper of all Your Words Holy; e'er, Regal, Valiant; Just ... . Brilliant Morning-
Sunshine excuse-Yourself as judge in view of my-irreverence complete; (blind) ...
uphold me in this hope; welcome me in Your warmth move me along further than-
ever-alone, could I.
Befriend me shower-Your-light, all the way-down, into the barren; valley ...
of-my-soul. Wash-me relieve me of my retched self, that I may begin ...
(for You only to live).
(Yes Lover, of my life (clothe-me)) cover me moreover in this certainty))),
find me well within Your mercy illuminated high, upon the beauty; of Your gape.
So ... that being-restored, entire, delivered (in all my joy secured there in
Peace through You for the remainder of my days, here ... and beyond);
I know it will be then; for me, when received, in true liberty ... Your
perfect comfort (my soul ... may eternally abide-with-You,
in rest).
and as I Ponder-
anything-acquired-monetarily,
is but momentary ... . ~
~ In surrendering everything of oneself
to The-Almighty, the-certain-peace-and-
joy; the-liberty attained thereafter;
is-a gift; everlasting ... ! ~
~ So when to ponder this life and my position,
and my importance and priority amid the essence of life,
the vision. A broader idea one in nature to picture and open and one righteous,
of the one ever prominent and freely given, permanent fixture? (I do now believe,)
to answer this one question of three. A question of three, and one more and better of a
proposition of the same kind must there be. So for when to ask myself? I know it depends,
on what foundation do I stand upon, and where does my treasure lie,
and in whom do I place these visions of all my hope? Before when to pass on,
I'm brought to lay my tired soul on down to rest in peace forever,
within the open arms, of God...? ~
Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2009
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