yet the preciousness of a joy I never knew.
Doesn't graduation call for a celebration?
And indeed, a gift graciously bestowed.
How high and how wide,
How deep and how long,
How sweet and how strong is Your love.
Objects of mercy who should have known wrath
I'm filled with unspeakable joy...
and the wonder of knowing Your voice.
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And dance, I have.
Float, I did.
Embraced, I am.
The time comes, to make wise and sound decisions.
Ones which, if God were visible, would have Him smiling and nodding.
Because, His smile, is all I really need.
The bleeding heart, that broken wrist, the averted gaze -
Under His care, I am made whole again.
Gethsemane, that was one station ago.
Gethsemane, the next station, once again - soon.
God is so good.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;...
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
- "High flight" by J. Gillespie
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