A Chapel of His Own Making

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A voice on the wind

calls to me,

"Come away, daughter, I am waiting for you."

Here in this chapel

created by your hand, Lord,

I am surrounded 

by your sweet presence.

Alone with you,

my heart is an open door,

inviting you to fill all

the empty spaces.

To sweep clean the residue of past hurts, 

all the confusion,

the doubts and fears

that living in this crazy world

instills.

Leaving behind nothing but

a clean spirit, filled with

your love.

I bask in the glory

of our sweet communion

and will hold on to this moment

until we meet again in this chapel

made by your hands.

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Meeting God on the Mountain Top

Meeting God on the Mountain Top

Lord, I long for the mountain top

where I can meet with you alone

To seek your face, sing your praise

and worship with abandon

To sit in the solitude of your presence

and feel your spirit well up inside of me

To be overwhelmed by the beauty

of your creation

To hear your voice whisper on the wind

Oh, speak to me, Lord,

though I can not go to the mountain top today

Meet me here,

and fill me, now

I pray

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I hear a voice

I hear a voice...

He calls to me

and I am drawn

away from the noise

to a quiet place.

He stills my hurried heart

calms my spirit

with inaudible

deep whispers.

He reveals purpose

and truth,

stirring me

to push on...

deeper still

into the

His fathomless love

and when I am 

revived

refreshed

renewed

He sends me out

to fulfill

that for which

He created me.

***

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