‘Above the noise of selfish strife we hear Thy voice, O Son of Man.’ (A.W. Tozer).
Eternal Sovereign Grace of Heaven! We the sons and daughters of your dear son David, we yearn deeply to understand (if only) the outskirts of your ways. A crowded world. A broken world. But we press on and press into you. And you respond– deeper, upward, higher…
We cling to the dust, and we cling to you. A tight embrace only your eyes and heart can adequately relay. And my heart melts with longing to hear you whisper, “you belong with me.“
~Oh to feel the nearness of God~
For HIS glory!