When I Lost My Awe…Isaiah 62

February 2, 2016


When you see me

You see a beautiful crown

That you hold in Your hand

And never put down.

Because you cannot keep silent

Your word affirms my longings.

You take the old dress

And make them Your belongings.

While giving me a new name

A new dress

To wear that day,

When You hold me against Your chest

And whisper sweet tender mercies

Into the ears You’ve created.

Out of Your mouth

You sing over me

You make Yourself known

And I receive

The love that flows from the Vine

When I abide in You,

You speak softly, “You are MINE!”

**The picture in this post was taken in Mongolia where I first found my AWE for my CREATOR!**

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