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

  • Author: Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 14th, 2018 15:00
  • 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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  • RiverJordan

    I like

    • MaddieJ


    • Goldfinch60

      The Lord is always with you and it shows in this wonderful write.

      • MaddieJ

        Thanks Goldie! Appreciate you reading it!

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