Your Pulse
I feel it
in the
tuk-tuk drivers
tourists
amidst the ruins of ancient temples
local shopkeepers
monkey hollers
wind passing through the jungle trees
voices of foreign tongues
camera clicks
bus honks
matching Asian tour groups
drumming of local worshippers
Your pulse
is here
Once was a place for
gods
Now is a place for
our God
to show his love and
share his pulse
We move to
the rhythms of your grace
We feel the
pulse of your heart
We smell the
fragrance of your love
We touch
the world you created!
Visiting Angkor Wat today made me more and more in awe of Jesus the King of Kings. This place, the 8th Wonder of the World, made me see God in a new way. I love the Lord of Lords and the King of Kings anywhere, anytime, however I want, and for anything I need. The God of Heaven and Earth doesn't dwell in elaborate temples and fortresses of bricks, bathing tombs, or metal statues. The God who loves us so unconditionally comes to us always, whenever, and just because! He was even with me today as I walked these hallways and ancient ruins. I felt the pulse of the Most High because he was and is and is yet to come!
