She’s A Poem Early morning light, the sun rises upon us as we mingle so sweetly. Soft words enter my heart, beautiful things I’ve never heard before! Phrases turn to prayers beautiful as she poems my heart to paradise! She’s a poem, the beauty of the softened heart before me I ponder. I ponder the affectionate words and our Father, our Abba oversees. Closer and closer hearts meet in heavens light and we lay in silence. Never had such a one touch my virgin heart hidden away for so long. Never had my God reveal me, the real me, the tender heart is given. Inquiries are made of me in an appeal “Could I have a larger place?” We inquire of our Abba Father such a thing and the approval is made. She’s a poem to me, silent mystery as I peer into fiery eye’s so deep. She’s a poem, O she’s a poem, no words really need be spoken to me! Touched I am peering into her heart, so soft and tender, She’s a poem! Write upon my heart sweet phrases and I’ll bring them out yet today. Her tender love fills my heart and a volume is written, she’s a poem! For the Glory of my ABBA FATHER Through our LORD JESUS CHRIST By His Little Child, Jeffrey Dreaming Thursday, March 03, 2011 1:49 PM Follow a dream by faith and see it happen (Son 2:10) My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. (Son 2:11) For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; (Son 2:12) The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; (Son 2:13) The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. (Son 2:14) O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. (Son 2:15) Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes. (Son 2:16) My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. (Son 2:17) Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. (Gal 5:22) But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, (Gal 5:23) Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. (2Co 13:14) The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Ghost, be with you all. Amen. The second epistle to the Corinthians was written from Philippi, a city of Macedonia, by Titus and Lucas.
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