Time.
It carries me away
It goes so quickly,
Yet c r e e p s by so slowly.
Sometimes I get lost in it.
Time means waiting.
Waiting means longing
Longing for God to release me.
Longing for the day when I’m ready
The day when destiny has finally been awakened.
When it’s no longer a knowing,
No longer a distant dream,
No longer a hope filled idea.
That day is drawing near
I feel it
(I fear it)
What?
Fear? How can I so fear the thing I long for?
Hmm.
Destiny means change.
Dying to who I am
Dying to what I know
To become what I must
To be who I am created to be.
Oh but destiny is coming!
I am Rising up
The well spring is beginning to flow
Now its just a trickle,
But soon, it will be a river
And then a deluge
of love
of mercy
of hope
of healing
Flowing straight from the source
The Savior of the world
His power
His Spirit
My small gift of willingness and obedience.
Bring it on!
