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Poetic Dialogue with God: Serenade


Praise God.

God and I sometimes have something of a poetic dialogue in my downtime with Him. It exists in the inward chamber of my heart. I hope this encourages you to seek the Lord.

March 21, 2014. 11:00pm

God: My lovely dove how I care for you, so much. My heart yearns for your heart to touch mine.

Jasmine: Sometimes I am plagued with many worries, and I cannot hear or feel you.

God: Hear me in my grace and feel me in my mercy.

Jasmine: I have listened, and upon your splendor, I will rest.

God: Low and behold I have made a place where you can lay your head.

Jasmine: My love for you is but a morsel compared to your love for me, but great is my loyalty to my king.

God: My beautiful flower I have set you on a hill so no one can hinder the Son from shining forth light brilliantly on your soul.

Jasmine: I will be still, and the song of my heart is “I Am.”

God: My eyes have calmed, and my hands have loved your warmth beloved.

Jasmine: My eyes have seen your Majesty, and I do honor in absolute submission my sweet desire.

God: Let me sing this song with the instruments of the earth. Let me sing this hymn to the heavens that I love you.

Jasmine: I will listen daily for your serenade and cling to my only hope.

God: You

Jasmine: And I

God and Jasmine: Will be together until the end of the age.

-Amen.

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