Like a torrent of wind
A quake shaking the ground
All of my insecurities
Topple at the rumbling sound
...of His voice
Whose presence commands
The wisest, among men
Who can lay down His life
And in three days, rise again
...to speak
The fragrance of manna
Fills every space of my being
I don't need five senses
To experience without seeing
....my LOVE
I am my beloved's, and He is mine
I'm not asking you to believe
Just letting fear know
That I am about to leave
...the natural state
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-12-2019
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