In the Volume of my book

In my most darkest of time
Void of your Voice it may seem
A heart shattered
A Spirit broken who can mend?

Yet you watched me As I ran
Wandering aimlessly
Purpose was lost
All to what cost?

Laying myself down in a Desert of no rest
Welcoming thoughts of never awakening again.
As my chest grows heavy and my eyelids dim.
A sweet pleasant smell fills my nostrils

With a gentle touch I awake out of sleep
"Arise and eat!"
Behold a cake baked on hot stones
A presence I was familiar with before me

My Angel stood Tall
My eyes gushed as tears broke loose
My Help has come from the LORD
Your salvation has not tarried
It has come near

A cruz of water next to my head quenches my thirst.
Bringing your Voice to remembrance .
I arose and did eat
In strength I follow to the cavern of Your choice.
There I was laid bare until You spoke

As your Broom swept clean the dust that clings.
In Your presence I come to reason
Thru wind , earthquake and fire only to find my face lies hidden in the mantle.

Yes my sin red as crimson, but you washed me white as snow.
Your still small voice I find at the edge of my cave.
I stand forth leaning on my staff.

As I wait for , look for and hope for expectantly .
I will renew my strength and mount up with wings as an eagle.
I will run and not grow weary , walk and shall not faint.
For Your face is ever before me .
Perfect all concerning me till I awake in your likeness.

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