Where is the passionWhere is the fireA heart set aflame with a holy desireA heart that sings praises to Him without end Tell me how can I find this again?Can I cry out to You?Will You still hear?How I long for the days when I knew You were nearHow I miss Your sweet PresenceThe peace that You bringTell me how can I find this again?On my knees with hands raisedI will cry out Your nameTrusting Your promise is trueAnd Ill wait here until I knowMy prayer is heardAnd then Ill come running to YouTo rejoice in Your PresenceTo sing praise to YouIll come with thanksgiving and then..I will bow at Your throneAnd worship aloneThe One who has found me again
_________________Danielle
What a BEAUTIFULLY expressed cry of the heart.That makes at least two that are hungering for more of God in this state :-). I am confident that there are more. I expressed a similar desire in another post(thread) a few days ago but in plain prose, and have stayed away for a few days to seek what this site is about: Revival. God send it to LA (Louisiana... the other L A as well), and the rest of our country...Clint
_________________Clint Thornton
God hears the cries of your heart, He knows your longings. The Spirit wooes you, so tenderly to draw closer to the Vine, where your life is hid with Christ in God. I so appreciate your poetry. Reminds me of Keith Green's "My Eyes are dry" :-D
_________________Martin G. Smith