~ Everywhere I Am ~

In the mist of early morning silence
I look into the sky
Almost to see His precious face
Tentatively maybe...to touch
With these hands of earth,
Then I wonder
How my heart can be so
Immersed in the light of His worth.

Shall I shyly reach toward His smile
Or might I trace the trail of tears
Of His sweet joy,
As He tenderly wipes
The weeping from my eyes,
Arms outstretched to enfold
As one..
Eternity even now begun.
His gentle voice whispering softly
Still your weary hands sweet heart
For all work is only done in Me
Rest now
In the depths of My eternal love.

~*~

Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems 2004
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au



The soul which has come into intimate contact
with God in the silence of the prayer chamber
is never out of conscious touch with the Father;
the heart is always going out to Him in loving
communion, and the moment the mind is released
from the task upon which it is engaged, it
returns as naturally to God as the bird does to
its nest. What a beautiful conception of prayer
we get if we regard it in this light.
Edward McKendree (E. M.) Bounds



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