Dispatch to the Diaspora

Come tempest

Billows thrust

My Soul

God’s Entrust

Steadfast firm

stand I must

Surrendering not

my Faith.

Come darkness

hungry weight

In my God

I stand and wait

Faithful aways

Never late

His love-light

unquenchable

Come hunger

Strong and Raw

In Jesus Christ

I have it all

Satiated, Quiet

I feed in awe

His Word

Fills my soul.

Come Lord Jesus,

I long to meet,

My soul’s desire

In You complete

Savior, Provider

Pure love sweet

True Joy

For all Eternity!

No hope have I in this world’s plan

nor much good has it for me. Your Love my God,

makes all things bright and new,

embraced in Trinity

Why is it that we never seem to realize what is important before it is too late. What is it that makes us so blind to the truth? Why is it people are never willing to drop all pretenses and Be their true selves. One would think one would want to walk true to who they really are. It is much less hard being true to one’s self than to try to be what other’s expect us to be.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton