book excerpt
Daring to converse with the Holy One
With broken pleas
Of unspoken needs
A painful walk
But I am His and He is mine
Windows of my soul
He has washed with His precious blood
Spilled from a broken and splintered cross
His love is slowly unveiling me
This one so needy of His grace
Beautiful in the love light
Of His eyes
As I kneel at the hem of His garment
Eternity matters
In the here and now
For I am a soul wrapped in frail humanity
In this sacred place where angels whisper
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