softly
Mmmmm. Shhhhh. Breathe. No, stop all else. Breathe. Listen. What do you hear? Everywhere life goes on but here, now, time stands still. A hint of brightness painted on the horizon marches the moment forward. Crisp. Clear. It’s the smell of being alive. Dawn’s window to your soul.You come in peace and may pass in comfort. Though rarely but day, breaks. How seldom and how solemnly your comfort you bestow at either passage long.
You make the road rise up to meet me
You make the sun shine warm upon my face
The wind is at my back & the rain falls soft
God I lift You high – You are my Abba
Rebecca St. James – “Abba (Father)”
posted by Lauren @ Saturday, February 04, 2006
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