The Words Became a Story
Take My hand.
There is no fear in love.
My heart for you,
My love for you
containing grace, beauty and peace.
Ropes of doubt and unbelief
Throw them out the window,
because on My keychain,
are the keys of hope and truth.
Feel My power flow through you as you write;
A triangle of Father, Son and Holy Spirit -
Your words going forth as the lark sings its song.
Walk with Me.
Run with Me.
In this journey of writing,
you may feel as if you're barely at the sunrise,
a butterfly not yet emerged,
but I've surrounded you with friendship and laughter,
times of habit to write.
Let the flow of writing be like a rushing water
a miracle to you,
Blessings restored like Job, double portion.