Following


I followed my Love
In hidden places
With burning desire
To be His silent guest
My head upon His breast

I followed my Love
By country streams
And island shores
To breathless mountain peaks
To hear His Spirit speak

I followed my Love
To His sanctuary where
I found myself in prayer
And longed for Him
To keep me there

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

YOUR GATE STANDS OPEN

EYES OF THE BLIND - Memories of Blessing

The Prayer Of Quiet Gazing