A glimpse of a glimpse That’s what I’ve seen A hint of a hint The outer fringes of glory But even that… Is so beautiful So breathtaking So awesome and astonishing… As to be utterly beyond words It stirs me It stuns me It draws me And it completely ruins me … In the very … More A Glimpse of a Glimpse
I haven’t been posting a lot lately. My thoughts and attention have been elsewhere. I can only do so many things and do them well, so I’ve learned not to force the areas that don’t seem to be flowing. I have a very high value for being intentional with my time and resources, and it … More Feeling Nostalgic
Sometimes … I just need to gaze I just need to gaze upon Your endless beauty Sometimes … I just need a moment I just need a moment to soak in the fathomless depths of Your love Sometimes … I just need to be still I just need to be still and know that You alone … More Sometimes …
In You And You alone I live And move And have my being When I rise When I fall When I succeed When I fail I live unto You And You alone When the way is clear When I’m confused and lost When I’m filled with faith When I’m paralyzed by fear I trust in … More You Alone
Just like a child Holding on to her daddy’s hand I hold on to You Knowing that really It’s You holding on to me Through the brightest of days Through the darkest of nights Through every season of life We walk Hand in hand Of all the things I love about You …the power of … More Holding Hands
In secret In the quiet stillness Before the dawn of a new day You work Your hands Those of a skilled Master Potter Form And transform My heart I couldn’t resist if I tried Helpless without You I surrender To Your touch And To Your relentless love I know You’re answering my prayers I know … More In Secret
He takes my breath away. No really, he does. Sometimes, when I glimpse his face … the intensity of his gaze … penetrating with truth … yet filled with such merciful kindness … and such unfathomable love … I simply forget to breathe. (And it’s a good thing.) I’m in awe of him. I’m undone in his presence … And … More Forgetting to Breathe (And it’s a Good Thing)
I wrote this poem several years ago in response to a writing challenge using the word “escape” as a prompt. I hadn’t thought of it in years, but while praying this morning had a little nudge to dig it out and share it. Hoping it ministers to someone. No life or situation is beyond his … More The Journey
Cindy Powell 