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Thursday, February 5, 2015

The Music of the Nations

A heart
no longer my own
cries out for those left behind.
Smiles on faces so dear,
eyes burning with desire,
raised arms hungry for more.
Roads traveled once
and yet a million times.

Take me to Your throne of Grace.
Knight me as a forerunner
for Your people.
Set my feet in motion.
I weary of being still.
Throw me before the water brook
that I may quench my thirst.

Father, offer up that level of passion
That wavers above.
Calling, beckoning,
inviting me.
Let my hands touch heaven
as I dance once again
to the music
of the Nations.


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