My comfort, My friend.
My longing, my depth.
The force that propels me onward along the wild path, foreign to civilization, and far from domestication. Tameless nature interferes before me, estimation and mere prediction keep me from plunging beyond passion into purpose; insight forewarns my cautious heart.
Awaits my choice. Are you here? My soul asks. Are you there? My mind debates. Are you with me, always? My heart silently petitions.
Like hot tea soothes a cold body so does divine confirmation soothe a frazzled, perplexed heart. My beloved answers my silent petitions. His voice loosens the tension created by the ache of lovesickness. My frame is restored by his word of life.
Truth is sweet like honey. Beauty is dazzling like light. Assurance produces a calming effect like the caressing effect of ocean waves repeatedly gliding over fingertips.
"Since you are with me," whispers my soul, "I will carry on"
For in every moment the breath of God is present
actively resuscitating the power of my innate dreams that compel me onward. Although my heart may lag behind my footsteps and strides, I will not falter. Grace will eventually sync my desires with my dreams; each outward movement will align with my inner beliefs.
Until then, although my faith may experience weakness, I will walk confidently in the unseen and boldly receive the world I create with my speech.
My heart and my head, my feet and my steps will flow like a beautiful stream meditating on one theme: romance between the bride and her king,
Lead me, my Maker. The strength of your shoulders carry me over the hurdles. Your embrace lifts me up and over real boundaries of limitation.
I invite you to come and walk with me in the cool of day, I desire your ways, come and make my path straight.
Jesus, testimony of life.
Flaming purity, your eyes appear as the compass of life
In humility, I gaze upon the author, heeding to heavenly signs of direction; either to continue forward, cease in motion, or suddenly turn right.
I will wait patiently for you. I am paralyzed until you move, for in you I live and have my being. For in you, my ordained plans unfold like an invitation.
There are times determined for each step; every hour proposes a new appointment with purpose.
"Hold back!" My thoughts command my heart to remain steady until the door of fulfillment is ready. Prophecy parallels my irregular beat; for my heart awaits what God has predestined to be, if the bride acts accordingly.
Flaming purity, your eyes appear as the Compass of Life