Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Wait is Over

The Wait is Over

I can feel God in the chord progressions
I can sense His love dancing on the air
I can accept His touch in the words that fly
The ones I can and cannot compare

I see His order as it falls in the shadows
The light from the sun on the vines
I see His dance as He moves on the spring winds
Not knowing the depths of His glory that are mine

I see the call of new life in the flowers
I hear His voice in the sound from the trees
I see His foundations in the blades of the grasses
I sense His awe as I go to my knees

I stand in the midst of His glory in springtime… 

K, Duane Carter 3-19-11 

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