I've been studying through the book of Matthew with my community group and next week we will be looking at chapter 24. Verse 12 puts a healthy fear in me, "because of the increase of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold". I want to go Home to be with Jesus so fervently that sometimes it is hard to be patient and I am tempted not to endure this life with joy. But in Christ we have been made free. He can make anything beautiful. Though I have not yet entered into heaven nor seen my savior face to face; I miss Him.
i miss You
by shane barnard and will hunt
put down your paper plate
come to the table made
deep blue china
found on the table by the wine
so fine
it brings out flavor
like You bring out color in life
oh, i miss You so
the feel of forever
oh, that taste i know
it hurts to remember
unfortunately high
ironically dissatisfied
i miss You
i miss You
i miss You
oh, i miss You so
the feel of forever
oh, that taste i know
it hurts to remember
i had a fleeting thought this morning
and i mentioned you today
it breaks my heart just to know You in part
and not to be with You where You are
oh, i miss You so
the feel of forever
oh, that taste i know
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