Seasons of busyness
Hope passes by
Longings to know Him
Alas seem amiss
The rush of the season
With nowhere to go
Alas where is Jesus?
The source and love of our soul
Come apart rest with Jesus
Absorb of His love
He reaches forth in grace and mercy
Divine hope He longs to release
To whom or what do we listen?
To what do we thus respond?
Time in His presence
Find fulfillment for which You ultimately long.
Come Lord Jesus Come
The door of my heart is open
Come and so reside and make my life your home
A temple in which Your Glory and Presence 'twould thus reside
written December 26th, 2007
Charlotte
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