The
walls within are expanding.
More
of me pushed out.
More
of Him brought in.
Bellows
in a furnace do that. Force more air. Push hard.
The
shove grinds.
Walls
,firm, are crumbled.
Space
contained finds no edge.
A
pillar stands firm. This truth remains: He is the same yesterday,
today and forever.
I
bow down in this shove.
A
ripe position for praise.
Bellows
may blow, but He is steadfast, immovable.
A
firm foundation in this expansion.
Deb, I have been reading your blog off and on for awhile now and I just want to let you know that your thoughts are beautiful. Your poetry is beautiful. Thank you for showing what God is doing in you to all who find this space. What a testimony to the goodness of God. Blessings to you.
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