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This morning I made the last entry in the journal that I've been keeping for over a year. It was a bitter sweet feeling to close those pages, and yet, I eagerly anticipate starting another journal. What dialog will fill the new pages?
The tears flowed freely this morning as I fought to quiet my heart, as I sought a connection with my Father. Finally, the words came rushing from His heart to mine, and from my heart to His. I am thankful for His faithfulness. He never turns a deaf ear.
Upon the White - by Jill Novak
I thank you Lord for this new day
To write upon the white
Words committed to the lines
Broken and contrite
In the morning when all is still
My prayer shall rise to Thee
Praises from a longing heart
Thy hidden face to see
In the morning when all is still
My words shall then take flight
Into Your presence upward, rise
Expectant, giving sight
I thank you Lord for words of life
to write upon the white
Words committed to the lines
Broken and contrite
copyright 2004 By Jill Novak.
10:52 AM - Jul. 11, 2005 -
Oh,
can I use that line? "to write upon the white" ~beautiful, Jill~ It is all about Him.
Thank you for sharing it here.
Gratefully,
Ann V. HolyExperience
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I really enjoyed reading that. Thanks.
Stacy - 9:35 AM - Jul. 12, 2005
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That was beautiful!
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