"Where can I go from Your Spirit? Where can I flee from Your Presence; if I go up to Heaven, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths, You are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast." (Psalm 139:7-19) |
Daily Soulfood For You
| But they that wait upon the Lord Shall renew their strength; They will soar on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not be faint. (Isaiah 40:31) |
| Be Free to Soar |
Be free to soar on eagles' wings High above a cloudy sky! Be ready to gain heights unknown Embrace the truth, condemn untruth Break the ties that limit the mind To fables and traditions of men Reach for the Keys of the Kingdom And open the doors to the chambers Of the heart and soul of God Glory in His Holy Name Love Him with a passion Explore the Word of God with newness For it contains wisdom, knowledge Purity and everlasting life! "And be not conformed to this world; but be transformed by the renewing of your mind that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect will of God." (Romans 12:2 KJV) H Lena Jones |
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Was It Only A Dream? One moment I was sound asleep in bed The next moment I was flying unaided heavenward Whereupon arriving I heard a choir singing An unfamiliar yet familiar hymn Then saw I a stream of angles Dressed in flowing gowns of white Streaming along a corridor with Hymnals in their hands NO WINGS! When the gravity of my situation dawned It brought a flow of non-stop tears; “I don’t want to be here,” said I aloud And would have left, but knew not how That’s when I heard a gentle voice behind me ask, “Why do you cry, my child?” “I don’t want to be here,” said I again. I felt His hand rest gently upon my right shoulder And through tear-filled eyes did see only The white sleeve of what He wore; “Please,” said I, unashamed of my flowing tears, “I have not saved my husband yet.” From inside His sleeve, He pulled out a small white cloth And gently wiped my tears away; “Then I’ll send you back to save him,” said He; And in an instant I was back in bed Kicking and struggled, but did not awake For I just could not shake myself from sleep! A loud bang from a closing door outside Jerked me out of sleep’s stranglehold My eyes flew open, my face still wet from tears My heart hammering madly against my chest Memories of my experience in Heaven Played repeated in my mind Was it only a dream Or Was I In His Presence? |