Spirit of the living God, fall fresh on me.
Spirit of the living God, fall fresh on me.
Melt me, mold me, fill me, use me.
Spirit of the living God, fall fresh on me.
Daniel Iverson
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Eyes seek the canopy overhead.
It shimmers with transparent green.
Branching limbs reach heavenward,
botanical veins silhouetted against the sky.
Airy currents softly brush leaves and skin,
both uplifted to face the light.
The unique brilliance of overcast skies
intermingles with layers of deep shade.
In the whispers of His forest sanctuary
a grateful voice praises,
a longing soul listens,
a believers heart worships.
~
Hoping you find His Spirit
in your quiet places this weekend.
Lisa
I love that praise song and your poem took me to a shaded hammock in a summer yard basking in his love and quieting...stopping by from the Sunday Community :)
ReplyDeleteSo enjoyed this image. Wondrous how a writer's words carry others to their own places of meaning.
DeleteIn the whispers of His forest sanctuary
ReplyDeletea grateful voice praises,
a longing soul listens,
a believers heart worships.
I, too, have been in this sanctuary...praising, listening, worshiping.
Beautiful photo, beautiful words, BEAUTIFUL GOD!
Beautiful God, it must be so. His beauty can only surpass the grandeur He provides for His people. So appreciate your visit here.
DeleteLisa,
ReplyDeleteThat is beautiful. I love that praise song and your poem is great.
Thanks for linking to Sunday Stillness,
Blessings,
Janis www.janiscox.com
Hi,
ReplyDeleteI believe I commented before - but this time I am following you at Playdates. God is moving us together.
Blessings
Janis www.janiscox.com