I would be no other......
Sitting quietly soaking in that which you are... I see my place... at Your feet and I am hungry for the day that I don't have to do anything but dwell there.....
In that place ... in that hold of Your light and Your power and Your embrace and Your affections ... In that place that is so other... in that place that we pray as it is there please bring it here...... in that place I touch You and am made strong... In that place You and I linger ... in that place no words need to be spoken... no gesture made... in that place .. in the quiet of that place... there is just us... and I absorb You into all that I am.....
Creature mingling with Creator... object of affections unmeasured laying all down as to soak in those affections... You change me .. You mold me... Your hands upon my life .. my soul.. my heart... my mind... set all at ease for the moment.... I would be nothing other than Yours... I would be nothing other than your daughter... than the object of Your affections..... I would be nothing more and nothing less than all that You call me....
This place is where I would linger ... this place is where I have found refuge.. this place is where all makes sense and all else fades away and strength is added and light is added ... and abiding is ................ abiding... abiding... I in You and You in me..... connected ... beyond time and space .. beyond that which would scream to separate us there is abiding....
There are Your eyes to see through and Your heart to feel.... Your ways to submit to and have ... Your ways that tie me to You and Your joy..... I reach into this place and touch Your pounding heart and know that it pounds away for me.... Looking into Your gaze I know nothing else but that fierce affection that steadies and reassures and grows and strengthens and trusts............
There is the shores of a sea to walk along side of with You and to feel the crispy cool colorful air that flows off of her surfaces and dances around us ... there are the streets that are seemingly made of what we would think of as solid and yet have an alive aspect to them that makes the bricks feel more like walking on liquid honey than anything else..... there are the hills and the trees and the meadows and the quiet waters..... and upon all these landscapes You walk with me and shelter me in Your shadow and let me partake in Your strength......
i would be no other than a Citizen of that place... I would be nothing more and nothing less than the person who knows the places from which her citizenship is born forth from ...... how can I be an ambassador of a place whose sights and sounds and smells and tastes would be foreign to me? How could I represent a place that I knew not of?
That place lingers in the fabric of all that I am and upon my feet I wear her soil...... Within my heart her air courses through my being and filters in and out through my skin..... in the pictures of my mind are the marvelous facets that make up the place I would call Kingdom... the place I would call home......
That place I walk towards and walk in and it walks through me and makes me its own and I would be no other......
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