A prophetic poem declaring alignment with Father
He is quiet, I am quiet.
He is still, I am still.
He is at rest, I am at rest.
I am as He is.
Why would I be any different?
He rises up, I rise up.
He soars on high, I with Him.
He consoles the poor, I too.
He defines justice, me with Him.
Then again He is quiet, me too.
Together in perfect unity.
He’s not stressed, I’m not stressed.
He’s not in a hurry, neither am I.
Refs:
Psalm 42:7
John 15:5-8, 17:2o-21
From the known to the unknown,
We stand at the Frontier.
Pioneers on the threshold of a new landscape,
Invited in by God’s Holy Presence.
‘Leave behind the old and come into the new.
Fear not the unknown for I am with you,
To lead and guide you into what I already know,
And have indeed prepared for you.’
For the best is yet to come!
The battles are already won.
Everything’s possible to the Highest Level,
Where Victory sits enthroned.
And His name is Jesus.
Allow your day to unfold like the pages of a book.
Trusting in God to lead you safely through.
Remaining centred in His love and peace.
You’ll gently bless all you meet.
