seems to swish and flit through the air
Like wispy fronds of peace, sweeping away the fears,
doubts, and attempts of despair
It's the sound of the breeze tickling my cheek,
and rustling the tresses of my hair
No, it's My Lord and His heavenly Host, calming
my fears, with touches of care
A sporadic light flashes in my vision, and cascades
through the dark portals of night
Like a streak from heaven, sent to corral my inner
thoughts, so humble and contrite
My prayers ascend, with wings of Eagles to the home
of eternal Glory, and ethereal aura
And I climb to a place, as my mind leaves this old
world, in this early astounding aurora
To venture in prayer, into heaven's thronely domain,
of the highest and Holiest of realms
Leaves my own will behind, and sets my Lord Jesus
at the forefront, and at the waiting helm
He's my love and my Lord, coming to visit me in a
wafting current, of cool morning breezes
His presence brings a clarity and vision to a mind of
dilemma, and suddenly it ceases
Oh, the Glory of my heaven's touch, in the moonlight
hours of wonder, and of silence
It's an encounter of joy, entwined with cords of beauty,
in the glow of omnipotent brilliance
"Can heaven be this close?" I wonder in my sleepy and
amazed state, of a bewildered mind
But, there's no doubting He's here; I would know it even
if I were unseeing, as the one who is blind
One does not have to view Him, to know the Lord has
come; His entrance is announced in Spirit
It is like thunder and stillness enfolded in one, an anomaly
that one does not have to see, or hear it
His touch, so profound; it rests upon me in the auspices of
His presence; He has come to ease my pain
As currents cascade through my aching body in torrents of
harm, I suddenly feel the coolness of rain
It's His flood of peace flowing over my soul, and filling
my spirit, a river of His love enfolding me
Oh, the joy, in the midst of the tears, He's here with me,
His arms underneath, setting me free
My mind drifts to the cross, and the pain My Lord felt,
from the ripped flesh, the bleeding, and nails
But, He whispers in my spirit that He died for this moment
in my life, and that I must know, "all is well"
He tells me a truth so real and comforting, that He's God on
the mountain, and He's God in the valley
He will see me through, that He's with me through the storms,
the howling winds, and every dark malady
Then, the dawn of morning light peeps through the darkness,
interrupting my bowed weeping vespers
I really don't mind, because His voice remains in my soul, with
sounds of sweet nothings, and healing whispers
I feel His Spirit and I know that I will rise again; I serve the
Alpha and Omega; He's not just a man
He Was; He IS; and He IS to Come, my Lord and Savior,
My God; He's "My Father who can!"
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We've been loving the world and all of its souls
for over 48years, with One head Pastor, One heart
of Passion, and One Vision of Purpose!
God Bless You, and I know that He surely will!
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Sunday, June 19th, 10:30 am
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PromiseLand Church!
We're so thankful to Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior!
You brought us through, heard our prayers, lifted us up,
and we just want to Thank You, Lord; we know You can!
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Miracle! With love in Jesus, Sheryl
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