My heart cries for my brethren as we give praise to the Holy One.
I’m pressing….. For the blessing from the Supreme One above; Lord please…. I’m on my knees asking for Your grace and love.
I see…..parts of me continuing to turn in a different direction; All of me….. To some degree can see His Spirit rising in my reflection.
I hurry…..To a flurry of words trapped in the recesses of my mind; Yet steady….I’m ready to relax and meditate on the Divine. Bible study…..
I’m muddy and mired deep in the soil of His prolific truth; In fellowship…. His grip on my soul refuses to let me loose.
Together….As we weather the storm that rains upon our rooftop; The lesson…. Stop stressin’ and revere Him with everything you’ve got.
With fear….He’s near to shield you from voices trying to steer you away; With love…. He’ll hug you with blessings that’ll brighten your every day.
As we bend in prayer thankful for fellowship together as one; To start….My heart cries for my brethren as we give praise to the Holy One.
By: Justin H. Underwood
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