My Heart, His Home
By TinasHeart
My Heart...His Home My heart is a sheen temple where God's presence permeates, as the fragrance of roses in the early morning dew. The Lord of splendor dwells within. He illuminates my essence as sunlight beams over the face of the earth. In His attentive eyes, iniquity in shades of nightfall, innocence in blush of morning, are equally exposed. He searches through my heart, to see what I might be. Unworthiness and pride ignored, a soul that cleaves to Him. He sweeps away the clutter, wipes me sparkling clean, enlightens pathway to His door. Where He is, I long to be. ©TinasHeart/2001 Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 10:58 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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