Flow of Light
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Written on May 3, 2025
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Isaiah 43:2 “When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.”
In the fragile silence, just before the morn
writes her gentle story across the believer’s life
there is a quiet reminder that no heart can scorn,
adoring the Healer of all our grief and strife
remembering the whispers of a life who is sure
arising from the ashes, all the shadows are gone
grace who brings assurance – we have the cure
for all the dark’s dilemmas, lifted by spirit’s dawn
In the stillness, where cool light reflects the soul
abides a trembling moment, before we would know
what it means to love with love that makes us whole,
beyond the spirit’s yearning, in the ebb and flow…
while my heart rests in the palm of His strong hand,
my story continues on in scripts of light, flowing
erasing the darkness, who wars despite what He planned
the music playing, restoring me – Yes, I’m growing!
In the Christmas tree shimmering with dreams in my eyes,
stories written, rewritten, by a pen greater than my own
reminders that His love, His truth, His grace never dies
and when all is said and done, when all the seeds are sown
I remember the victory of the One who hung on that tree,
all those years ago, before my time was written into the song
with rhythms of light, softly playing, soothing as I fall to my knee…
with praises meant for the Son, to whom I’ve clung all along!
While I can’t truly tell if what stirs in my soul is a dance,
written by love that found its way through the pain
to the light, the moment that offers me a second chance
as the stars cry and the winds subside with the rain
revelations of His love, sent to the hearts who believe
He is the way, the truth, the life – the ever flowing light
Who came to see us through, even though we grieve
His love assures us that there is hope for making things right.
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2025
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