I’m weeping most uncontrollably driving the Green Machine home tonight
Overwhelmed! By the pouring out of the Holy Spirit
Wisdom that seems to be flooding into my very ears
Talking to myself, I hear someone else' voice
Words from mine own mouth,
but not from mine own conscience
It is the Holy of Holy
Much needed reality sets in
That which I had been seeking poured into me
As a river pours over a cliff forming a waterfall
Answers to my questions
Comfort to my pain
Light in the pit
LORD! I cry out
The Joy spills over
onto my lap in the shape of water
I am known and it is well
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Author:
Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Please comment! I love hearing from y'all. (The green machine is my car) I drive a green KIA Soul. :) Just wanted to clarify
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The Lord is always with you and it shows in this wonderful write.
Thanks Goldie! Appreciate you reading it!
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