on the path of God's leading in pursuit of His glory

Friday, March 21, 2008

- Ruth Bell Graham / Collected Poems, 223

If I lived within the sound
of the sea's relentless yearning,
my soul would rise and fly to seek
what the soul longs for - unable to speak;
aware, as I go, of Him everywhere:
in my heart, in the clouds . . . in the cold wet air . . .
And my soul would worship in joyful prayer,
receding as the waves recede,
returning with the waves' returning,
reaching up, as for Him, Feeling,
then with the waves kneeling . . .
kneeling . . .
kneeling . . .

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