Sometimes the quiet whisper stirs within.
"Be like this child.
Let My wonder at the simple fill you.
Lay down your self
Give way to trust
My spirit will pour into you running over
Be still in this washbowl of life
I have cleansed you
From all unrightousness.
Allow Me to refine you
Let Me show you beautiful."
Sometimes I breath out with a resting soul.
Sometimes it is that simple.
No comments:
Post a Comment