O Lord, it’s morning; I’m here, seeking Your face and guidance; hear the echoing words of my heart; they’re not some human contrivance
to guilt You into honoring Your Word; I know that you’re not a lying Man, with false, hollow promises that tease. Living my life with these empty hands
raised unto You alone, I ache and yearn for the sound, of Your quiet voice- that gently soothes my Christian soul. Despite today’s harshness, I rejoice…
knowing that the battle belongs to You. Therefore, I continue to be still- basking in Your Presence once more, waiting for You to reveal Your Will…
that’s been individually crafted for me. . . . Author Notes
Inspired by: Psa 46; Exo 14:14
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