IT’S YOU MY HEART
BY: JIM-MELBA CROFFORD
SEPTEMBER 8, 2008
Not my hands, but Thine Oh Lord, for this is too great. It is beyond logic or reasoning or might or power. It is even too late; there being no time for logic or reasoning.
I will be in Heaven now, in Your Heart of Mine, palms upward. My cup is before You as I empty my thoughts to earthly possibilities and pass over into The Promise of That Which Is Perfect; The Free Gift of The Savior.
I’m ready to receive; wrapping myself in Your Peace; stepping beyond council into Your Ever Abiding Wisdom and Righteous Presence. My step is above reasoning into the bottomless lake of completeness; meeting You face to face, My Creator.
Yes, take the wheel Love. Receive me into the fortified city. Nothing will satisfy except You as I dismiss all my games and toys. I receive the Army of The Lord to inundate the impossible and open the door of The Ever Present Now of Thee. I confess my passing and know it is You alone, for there is none other but Thee. Earth’s dominion is yielded to The Heavens as I try my feet on Heavenly Paths.
My rest is Your Prepared Place as the Voice of My Heart says, “Holy, Holy, Holy”. Surely the wind obeys My Heart as I take My Place in You.
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