Thou near then, I draw nearer--to thy feet,
And sitting in thy shadow, look out on thy shine;
Ready at thy first word to leave my seat--
Not thee: thou goest too. From every clod
Into thy footprint flows the indwelling wine;
And in my daily bread, keen-eyed I greet
It's being's heart, the very body of God.
step by step, into His heart. it is everything i desire... and everything i fear.
1 comment:
Ann - I'm reading through MacDonald's Diary of an Old Soul as well. Love this!
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