When the fog lifts

Aug 28

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Open my eyes, Lord, so I can see the wonders of your love and the way you are working in my world. My vision is obscured. May way is unsure.

Dear one, trust me in the clouds and mist; in the descended fog, use your ears to listen.
Fog is nothing to me.

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Listen for me. Look for me.
I have something beautiful in store, if you’ll just wait for it.
Be patient with me. Listen with me.
I am working this out.

My glory is on the way.

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About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on August 28, 2018, in Christian, poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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