Even now, my precious Lord,
Iím fully aware of the spiritual bleed
emanating from the wounds of my heart;
despite the ongoing pain, Iíve experienced
that genuine explosion of Your holy seedÖ
which was planted within the frailty
of this tear-filled, human existence.
Your timeless waves of abundance continue
to inundate the morning cries of sorrow
and to overwhelm my lifeís resistance.
The fabric of my heart has been ripped;
from this unseen rupture comes a new flow
of unexpected compassion for Your people.
Draw me ever closer to You, merciful Lord;
position me within Your Kingdomís plateau.
Allow me to enjoy the boundlessnessÖ
of Your unabated surge of loyal love,
that seeks to unquestioningly consume me,
since Iím free me of sinís punishment
and covered by Jehovahís promises from above.
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Logic, when applied to people, fails miserably! --Joseph J. Breunig 3rd