Getting the Message

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Words for the Weak

Retracing my steps along the shoreline.

No longer lost, just passing time.

The message easily missed, while in search of a sign.

His ear to my heart, is always inclined.

The whispered answer to my question

“He knows that you’re mine”

Psalm 23: 3

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. 

And verse 5

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

When I ask why the fight for love has to be such a battle and I want to retreat, God is there to remind me why it has to be such a fight. The enemy knows who I belong to and so… I can only rejoice. That’s why he tries, with all his lies and tactics to steal and destroy. He sought me in the desert, and the dimly lit secret places I went to hide and escape. He makes every effort and still takes aim in the midst of the week, but discernment is a gift given to help determine which voice I hear speak.

Don’t just stand there… the message is ready to be received. I am glad it’s where it can be retrieved. Thank you Lord for putting Wednesday where you did to help me survive another day and the end of this…. WEAK!

At his table… my cup is replenished!

 

 

The Season a Caged Bird Sings

What first seems hard can set you free… confessions and expressions of me.

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Dwelling in the desert can be a miserable state, until you come to the well.

Well, well, well… here we meet again. Just in time for dinner and a show!

As this season nears its end, there is something I think you should know

From time to time, I reason in rhyme…I don’t know why, it’s just how it goes

Time to change the tune of my song… it’ll be a bit different, to make you smile for a while, from this point on.

My Heart’s Song

As it was so delicately worded, when first I heard it;

The love song you placed in my heart

Like lyrical lemonade, once bitter now sweetly swayed

What you’ve spoken has set me apart

In time separated, my own thoughts negated

The dash, I perceived as a dart

For what’s in between, you hold what’s unseen

In the end… I will sing

O’ say can I see….. that you’ve truly been there from the start

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In a word…  in case you hadn’t heard, this bird has been set free.

#BELOVED

“Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow. that I shall say good night, til it be morrow.” William Shakespeare