You overtake me, Jesus,
Though fleet of foot
You need not be
As the wind soft
Silent breezes now
In full sudden embrace
As a mother to her child rushes
Though ever near
Stoops, takes her up
Kisses the grimy world
Away in enfolding arms
And fills the trembling heart
With love that never leaves
Eternal, ever stays.
Dreams from a Pilgrimage 
Beautiful words paint the Lord so vividly never stop writing !
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Thank you so much for your kind words! Writing is many times my way of singing to the Lord, whether it be merely a loud noise or no 🙂 it is joyful and oh so grateful for the love He gives to us who are His own, the sheep of His pasture! Praise God!
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