A sip of stillness
listening
for
God moments...

relax in the warmth
of the "felt"
love of Christ.

He widens my vision
to distinguish
real importance

transfusing me
with His Power
in my quest
for that Pearl
oh, yes,
the Pearl of greatest price.

Revitalize my love
for God
renew my thirst for His Word
empower my prayers
with wordless adoration..........

Overwhelmed
the inhibition over
the desert lay behind
and off I am
into the land of longing.....

I do not
cannot
speak
no words are necessary
too paltry would they be.

The dust
that becomes the diamonds
sprinkles
and comes forth.

Like the water lily
I am basking in the sun
of His Presence.

I soak up His Love
and
His Tenderness.

In this ecstasy
words
become
unnecessary.

Pain
God's megaphone
through which He speaks
to a deaf world.
(Which has shut Him out.)

To give joyous hospitality
we need silence

a simple, prayerful silence
belongs
to everybody

in our pousitinia*
we desire
to hear from our God
that still small Voice
the fulfilling
...........

I will lead her
into the desert
and tenderly speak
to her

at a loss
the Spirit intercedes for us
with sighs
too deep
for words *

inexpressible longings
God alone
understands.

Cj  April 30, 2017

She has been blessed.
With many friends.
Faithful friends.
Faith-filled friends.
Followers of Him.
They fellowship together.
In prayer and
the reading of the Word.
She is filled with gratitude.
But also remembers.
There is only One friend.
Who "sticks closer than a brother." (Prov. 18:24)
And He alone holds the key to her heart.
Forever.
For He is always.
Always.
There.

Ready to begin again.
With my feet planted
on the solid ground
of His Word.
And my soul at one with Him.
Ready to begin.
Again.

Oh rest, My child.
Recline in My Arms
Under My Shadow.
I love you.
You are loved.
I know your grief.
You come to Me
Each Day.
Never ever give up.
Never quit.
You are Mine.
Bought with a price.
Paid for
and sealed
forever.

Cynthia J poems 7.24.2017

may it be singly focused
undivided
seeing only You
as sovereign
to be revered
and worshiped

my only hope
my only source
my strength
my peace
my life

my only expectation

cynthia poems 2017

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in a time
of pain &
□sorrow□
□there is□
hope, there is a way
there's a place to go
in hardship□there's
a space for us today
Jesus stands as our¤
High Tower□He has
been there all along
□if you but ask He'll
let you enter□a fortress built
so high and strong □ on the □
mountain□in the valley□when
the pushing comes to shove□we
are safe forevermore□□□within
the Tower of Your Love/how can
we when troubles find us□keep
our hope□in patience wait?□
when all mortal strength has
left us□we will rest in walls
so great□help us, Lord, and
be our shelter□we'll find□□
□quiet in the storm □let the
sturdy Rock around us keep
us safe from all alarm□could
we ever find this peace? How
should we ever find this vale?
could we ever find this joy□□
□if the Tower won't prevail?
□may it ever be that we □□□
in faithfulness now tried and
true□□□find with gratitude so
deep□□the High Tower that is
You□ we will e'r find victory□
□□□the might that's sent from
heaven above□we'll stand□□□
within God's mighty Fortress

The High Tower of Your Love



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