Here is what I have learned. Confession is a good thing. You might feel exposed, completely naked even, but it is like weight lifted off your shoulders. To confess is to release. To confess is to make yourself accountable to something other than your own mind. The Lord is so good, he asks us to confess to him. What a beautiful thing it becomes because He will always forgive us. Such sweet mercy our Papa has. I rejoice in that- I rejoice in the ways that the Lord has made!
There are words spoken in tongues of angels. The whispers that are carried by the wind. Sometimes their words can be heard in the echos of the mountains. The stillness of the trees and the snow fallen fresh beckons their calls. Come to me, sweet Jesus, dance within the breezes. Brush against my face so that I may know your glory. Sing beneath the trees, that I may know your song. I long to feel your presence again. Breathe into the life that you once gave Adam. Show me the fire shown to Moses. I claim your whispers Lord, bring them quickly. Speak in the way of humans. I want to understand Your time, and Your way. I crave your closeness all the days of my life. Draw the water of life, dam it into my soul. I never want to leave the stillness of you. Shelter me with your righteous wings. Bring your teachings on the wings of doves. Speak to me in that still small voice, so that I may know you more. Call on me saying, "My child," for I know the words of Your voice. The phrase sings so sweetly in my ears. My soul lingers in the words of your truth. May I be still and revel in your glory, for You are my kingdom forever.
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