Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Jul 5, 2011 10:35:43 GMT -5
WHERE OUR SPIRITS STAY
My thoughts do rise much higher,
than most human hearts do rarely go,
rising beyond sacred boundaries,
and only He does know its so.
For my spirit is touched so daily,
by a hand that it cannot see,
but I feel the essence of His spirit,
as it softly embraces me.
And always so tranquil is this trip,
that i find my spirit each day to take,
that i rise with great expectation,
as i silently pray and obediently wait.
For as the sun does smile at me I know
that it will always be this same way,
as my Master will come and lift me,
to a place where chosen spirits stay.
And though I am only a poor pilgrim,
in my Lord I steadfastly believe,
one day i will no longer take this trip,
for by His side I will never leave.
© Wendell A. Brown
My thoughts do rise much higher,
than most human hearts do rarely go,
rising beyond sacred boundaries,
and only He does know its so.
For my spirit is touched so daily,
by a hand that it cannot see,
but I feel the essence of His spirit,
as it softly embraces me.
And always so tranquil is this trip,
that i find my spirit each day to take,
that i rise with great expectation,
as i silently pray and obediently wait.
For as the sun does smile at me I know
that it will always be this same way,
as my Master will come and lift me,
to a place where chosen spirits stay.
And though I am only a poor pilgrim,
in my Lord I steadfastly believe,
one day i will no longer take this trip,
for by His side I will never leave.
© Wendell A. Brown