A believing heart passionately prays
never giving up, persisting in the pain
beating on the door, knuckles bloody
desire for God to move, hope grows
anticipating nothing, expecting everything
panting, parched, desperate, sure, unrelenting
facing the unknown, hand in Hand
confident in what we can not see
boldly we knock for three loaves
not one, not two, but three.
waiting eagerly in humble embrace
the bushes rustle we look for a face
A believing heart knows, trusting all
accepting nothing less than all He is.
all He gave, all He gives, all He has
reaping where he did not sow
gathering where he did not reap
Grace so amazing, Grace so sweet.
Richard.
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