Inner Beauty Newer

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II. NEWER

DRAWN

Drawn into the arms of true love
As one who wandered, who stumbled
Who drifted with earthly winds
Blown here and there
Year after year after year;
Insignificant, lost, alone.
Will to live, inner sense of eternity nearly gone
Yet, the hand of tenderness reached out
A touch of mercy came from beyond the Universe
Beyond the natural, a gentleness revealed
Kindness from a place far outside this world
Intimate caring from the Seat of all power
Authority given creative expression in another life;
Another object of mercy
Suddenly caught up in comforting revelation
Our God who cares, who makes Himselfknown
And always, always more.
Yeshua who shows us the Father of Glory
Giving life and hope and purpose;
Eternal Spirit rest.
Eyes that always see in and through
Eyes that wept
Eyes of purest love that compel,
And draw us near!

A SERVANT BOWS

A servant bows in prayer
Heart humble, bowed very low
Suddenly the Spirit ushers another into the Holy Presence
Searing blue flames lick at each footstep
Consuming white fire of holiness;
As Daniel, John and many others before,
Left without any strength, even to speak.
Then the Mercy Seat calls out your new name
An angel touches the weakness with a ruby coal
And senses return wonderfully magnified
A deep hunger wells up and is instantly satisfied
Greater thirst for more and more completely filled
The thunder and flashes of a thousand storms rumble all about
A chorus of millions sing praise, music unimaginable!
The heart trembles violently
Many angels are prostrate at the Majesty.
The "Unapproachable Light" moves near
And again all strength fails
The body is stretched out in blissful submission
Absolute reverence for the Holy One who loves
Th~merciful One who now draws near.
Who touches the hand at His glowing feet,
Sandals exquisite, yet simple.
In this glimpse, this moment that is not time
Where all meaning apart ITomthe Throne vanishes
All desire, all longing, every thought satisfied in Him alone.
The soul cries silent tears of yearning
Only to remain, to live, to be at His feet as Miriam,
As the Twelve, as the Twenty-four.
The glory that fills all, overflows
Permeates, saturates every reality of being
Glory clouds, flashing and thunder
Numberless powerful beings stand to serve.
But this one returns only to share the unspeakable
To express what words fail to say

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