When He holds the most important place the Highest place the innermost throne of my heart and in my life.
He loves to dwell in the inner sanctuary that too often he occupies alone whilst waiting for me.
In that place is Gold A River Laughter Rest Beauty Tears Vastness Passion A different experience each day.
Truth Conviction Grace New beginnings Gifts Revelation Adventure Love poems Encounters
and so it goes on… I could write a Thesaurus and it would never say enough. For the words of what is found in that place march off the page to eternity.
My fickle heart - you have an enemy who shakes to see you go there. Not merely to pass through paying lip service to my King But to sit. To gaze. To dwell.
Were we so shocked and traumatised that we did not believe that you meant what you said when you told us this temple will be raised just 3 days after it has been destroyed?
Were we so blind that we did not see you by our side until you broke the bread and gave it to us?
Were our minds so dull that all the prophecies meant nothing until you patiently unpacked them?
Were our hearts so cold that we did not know you walked with us until so much later?
Am I so tossed by life that your promises and life itself seem empty? Am I so blind that I do not see you in every sky, tree or insect I pass? Am I so deaf that I do not hear your voice in the wind and the word? Is my heart so cold that I do not feel you by my side?
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