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Dusty Feet in the Sea
From pulpit to pew the words land wrong, wrestling with each other. I ask, “What will I lose if I lose myself to You? What will I leave behind?” It’s too much to consider so I remain as I am. Or is it that I have returned To find You waiting in my dust and have...
Joy in the Fury
Joy, how do we meet with you? How are you made manifest in the fury? Where do you begin and, tell me, will you ever end? Are you like the broken iceberg weighted by the storm, loosened from the shore, now set afloat and free? Or are you like the waves that make...
Lake at Dawn
Bend my heart to the rising Sun, toward the flames of the Spirit’s brush. I long to see, to hear, to know, to follow, to do what is just. To each You’ve given good purpose, and promises in Your Word. Open our ears to listen, to the Voice of the wind unheard....