From the City of Truth
Life is spoken
Words of life spoken,
From the Holy Mountain
Words of life written
Spirit words of life written on my heart;
The gentle coo of a dove as a herald
Even while early morning birds move about
Quickly satisfying their hunger
Seeds and bugs and grasses, and more seeds.
The stream below the house runs swiftly
A few mallards carried quietly along,
The new sun rises brightly
Colors move across the sky,
A light wind stirs as a fresh breath of air.
The stress of yesterday melted wonderfully away
Words of the Spirit meditated upon
Thoughts of King David in his psalms
In soothing strokes of comfort,
Fresh encouragement rises with the sun
An inner warmth already satisfying.
What my spirit yearns for
What my soul constantly reminds-
Bread from Heaven greater than ancient manna;
True Bread from Heaven spoken and written and lived out,
The very life of Messiah indwells
Spirit that moved upon the lifeless waters
Moves upon my heart this very day as well.