MaryJane
Feb 8, 2012
Creatures, lumps of clay,
bound to wander all our days.
Unless the Secret dwells within,
The One who makes us more than men.
Why stay an unproductive soul?
Living in bondage for years untold.
Seek ye His face and His reality.
The Truth who brings us past humanity.
Our frailness and feebleness, it remains.
But greater still is the Life my body contains.
His Presence indwelling is all I need.
My Value is found inside His Seed.
(2Cor. 4:7, Jn. 15:4, Col. 1:27)
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Thought I would share this poem I read. What a wonderful gift to know that His indwelling life is all I need. I just need to look to HIM and HE will sustain me
God bless you all
mary