When it's all quiet.
I slip my hand in Yours.
Sit silent and let You hold all my heart
while I whisper Your Name.
Jesus.
My Jesus.
When it's all finally quiet,
I open the Psalms.
Read Your love letters,
And whisper Your Name.
Jesus.
Sweet Jesus.
When it's all quiet,
I lay my head right down on Your heart.
Let tears fall straight down,
and whisper Your Name.
Jesus.
Oh, Jesus.
When You help me get quiet,
I can hear Your voice.
Instructing me to be still
while You whisper my name.
Child.
My Child.
When I am quiet, Lord,
I draw near, and You are nearer still.
Still.
Whispering Your Name.
Jesus.
My Jesus.
When all is quiet,
Bernadette
This is me smiling through the tears. Because we're 800 miles apart and we're both whispering the name of Jesus, laying our heads right down on His chest and finding Him near. That means were bosom buddies, doesn't it? Yes. You and mean resting on Jesus. Him holding us close, holding us together. So grateful He is great enough for the storms besieging us both. So grateful for YOU.
ReplyDeleteI know. I bawled when I read your post as well. He continues to show His love for me in and through you. He is good, and I am humbly grateful. Praying for you! Jesus...Jesus. Be the strong mast in this sea full of storms!
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