You're calling me back to the secret place,
Where there is only you and me.
Where there is stillness and oneness,
Where there is vulnerability.
You're helping me find myself again,
To view myself not as a foe but as a friend,
You're knitting me back together again.
Healing me,
Loving me,
Dwelling with me,
Redeeming me with Christ in me.
You're setting me free,
Slowly, but surely.
In the secret place.
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
The Secret Place
Posted by Sharon at 11:19 am 0 comments
Labels: percolations, poetry
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