Here's a poem I wrote last summer while driving back from an outing north of Bancroft, ON:
Sanctuary of the Heart
We worship in cathedrals
Tow’ring steeples, organs grand,
Or as the desert mystics
On the wastelands swept with sand.
We hear His voice in forests
As leaves rustle in the breeze
Or pray in tiny closets
In the darkness…on our knees.
We stand beside the ocean
As the mighty billows roll,
Or stand in awe as sunset
Brings deep pleasure to our soul.
We listen to the preacher
As God’s Word he does impart,
But the source of all true worship…
The sanctuary of the heart!
David W. Fisher
"Above all guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life." - Proverbs 4:23 (NIV)
Dear David... I just got back from work and have to run again but I thought I would check out my favorite blog site first and am glad I did..What a perfectly wonderful poem..Would you mind if I copied it for the my friends Mr. and Mrs Yade? It is prayer meeting night and if you say yes, I will take it to them tonight.....From TerryReplyDelete
Note to Terry: YES, I know it's too late for last night's prayer meeting but you can ALWAYS quote anything I've written if you think it will edify the Body of Christ.ReplyDelete
Maybe those dead squirrel posts don't qualify but they may give someone a good laugh..."which doeth good like a medicine..."
Rejoice in His love today!