Stills of Grace It is there in emptied chairs & here and there in city places or further, in mindscapes, It is there: the Stillness of His whisper: asking if I will release His grace in me, In walkways, pebbled with Dawn, or evenings thick with Time, It is there: His Still Small Voice, a Light to my path, a Lamp to my feet in the morning again, It never leaves: the comfort of His Voice sheathing everything, everything everything. Royal Orchids for FMF writers AdvertisementShare this:PrintWhatsAppTwitterFacebookEmailSkypePinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related Uncategorized
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There must be a stilling of the internal static to be able to hear that tune and to join the song, join the dance, jump with both feet into the stream of grace… Looks like you’ve found it!!
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