Saturday, January 7, 2017

He Speaks to me

He speaks to me
in metaphors,
on sandy shores,
through open doors.

It's not in words
I hear as such..
It's more, or much,
a heartfelt touch.

He speaks to me-
I know not why.
How often I cry,
as He passes by.

I feel His hand,
His touch within,
and know I've been
with Him again.

He speaks to me
in His holy Word,
both read and heard-
my soul is stirred.

Ancient words
that ring so true.
With a different view,
all things are new.

He speaks to me
with a metaphor
I cannot ignore,
what I adore-

His still small voice
in my heart, rejoice!

He speaks to me.

Forgive me Lord

Forgive me Lord for sins long past, and those for which I haven't asked. Forgive me when I neglect to pray; instead, desiring my own way...