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Posted by Rebecca Tue, 25 Sep 2007 03:00:00 GMT
Jehovah.
Your spirit speaks to me with higher language. Silently you steal upon me in the soft starlight. You made the starlight. I am stilled.
You sit with me.
The stillness of Your being is powerful. Your constant calm washes over me. I am at rest in You.
In the silence of the evening, in the cool calm still, you are with me. We are together. We are being. I am in Your presence; You surround mine. Peace.
We are together, in quiet communion, being. We are in the same space and the same time. Your beauty beckons me.
You brush a strand of hair from my face so you can see those eyes you created a little more clearly, even though you intimately know them. In that moment, I know that I am beautiful.
The evening earth is our constant companion, yet my soul only hears, only feels, only knows you. Singular. Special. You. You give Your beauty to me.
Wonder fills and fulfills me.
Then, in a fleeting moment I find myself exposed and terrified because I have failed this day and every other to attain the level of obedience that Your perfection is due. As the hot and painful tears fill my eyes and I look into Yours, I do not fear Your wrath. I only fear losing You. Then you take my hand into Yours, and, brushing my tears away, You hold me.
My heart ceases to question.
You will never leave me. I will always have Your perfect and unending love.
