Distant Thunder
Hearing distant thunder, as the mighty waves
of Majesty crash upon my shore,
like Elijah I look off into the distant panorama
only to see that the dense clouds of blessing
is already upon me,
heavy with the blessings which come from
obedience - to be obedient in few things,
is to become ruler over many things.
S.E. Clark
Copyright © Susan Clark | Year Posted 2015
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