Monday, May 18, 2015

John 3:8

The wind blows where it chooses, and you hear the sound of it, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.

Spirit born

Spirit blest,

You never rest

‘till billions feel

your life in all

the great and small,

high limbs above,

the cardinal call

and fall of rain,

all echoes your name.

Is there a place

where you are not?

I know of none,

yet there are some

of greater grace

their eyes alight

their face more bright

their beauty flows

awakening soul

‘till finally I see

this Love …

who knows me.

Pr. David L. Miller