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THE PATIENCE OF GOD
God’s mill goes slow, but grinds small; the more admirable
WAITING THAT WAITED
The divine braking to the speedy desires I nursed have over time truly proved remedial. When I oversped down the slippery road it was those divine denials sobered me up and took me back to my senses. Ultimately we behold the ruins that we would have otherwise succumbed to, our lives are escaped like a bird from snare and we embrace preservation that we beheld as denial.
MEANT TO EVER WANT
Our longing is not for things but for a Person, It is not in materials but for a relationship. The hunger of the soul can't be satisfied with bread, desparation of a parched Soul is not water, but the flowing rivers of living water
HAVE YOU A NEW DAY FOR ME?
“Have you a new day for me, dear Master? I’ve spoiled this one.” He took my day, all soiled and blotted and gave me a new one all unspotted
REFLECTIONS
He had been a defiant who went unbowed for so long. Here laid a man who had such a poise and status with no record of despair, so breathless.
MY GOD WILL GIVE ME JUSTICE
Life here was teared back from the beatings and tortured was the soul yet there were days when hope Blazed through the minute ventilation space near the roof of this rocky cave and all that one could do was to pick a sharp stone and re-inscribe ‘My God will Give me Justice’
WHEN TIME WAS TIRED
The brown beside gave us company Wearing tones of wood and paint With a lazy music dragging along My staggering thoughts, struggled to keep stable
JOY STAYED WITH ME
I watched from the highest heights in the white Right to the deepest deep she was in the blue
HOW FEW WHO DIE WELL
Now the epitaph is prepared Yet the legacy is just born His impact will be living on The memory will not forget
YET I WILL REJOICE
As the winds calm and the clouds are clearing we can see the dusts of joy whirl