DOES THY HEART BECOME SICK WITH DIRE LONGING....

O' THOU HAS SO TASTED OF THE MERCIES OF THY LORD SO HOLY,

'N OF HIS GLORY....O' THE ACHING HEART'S DESIRE OF BEHOLDING...

DOES THE SOUL DESIRE MORE THAN ANYTHING....OF HIS RETURNING ?

THE MORE ONE HUNGERS.....THE MORE ONE WEEPS,

NOT TEARS OF SORROW....BUT AS OF REJOICING...

ESPECIALLY IF SO HARD TRAVELED, HAS BEEN THY JOURNEY !

NEVER REALLY SENSED THAT BELONGED WHERE THOU ART AT...

NOTHING SEEMED TO SATISFY...REGARDLESS OF WHAT WOULD TRY TO ATTRACT.

THE MIND LOOKS BEYOND ALL THAT IS EVEN OFFERED....

YET SO STRONG THE WORLDLY THINGS ARE EVER OF THEE , DRAWING...

'O SO FIERCELY CAN BE TESTED, OF REMAINING FAITHFUL UNTO THY UPWARD CALLING.

THE PRECIOUS SPIRIT MOVES THEE UP TOWARD THE HIGH HILL....

YET SO ALIKE, DARKNESS IS TUGGING AT THY HEELS...

O' THE EVER FIGHTINGS OF THY SOUL, AS IN MIDST OF THE BATTLEFIELD.

THE PLIGHT, DARKNESS WANTING TO DESTROY THE "BETROTHED".....

FROM THE "BEGINNING", THIS WAS SO,'N NOW EVEN MORE SO...

AS NOW THE ENDING SEEMS TO BE DRAWING TO A CLOSE !

O' THE DIRE NEED OF MINISTERING AMONG GOD'S PEOPLE...

'N ABOVE ALL...THE DESPERATE NEED OF SENT MINISTERING ANGELS!

TIL' THEN......GATHER TOGETHER...SINGING SONGS....

NEVER CEASING TO WORSHIP,'N THANKING THE LORD FOR HIS LOVE....

RAISING THY HANDS TOWARD THE HEAVENS ABOVE...

DOING IT OFTEN FROM THY ARISING.....UP TO DUSK.

'N REMAIN IN THE SWEET COMFORT OF THE HOLY SPIRIT, THE SENT DOVE...

THAT WILL STRENGTHEN THEE IN THE RACE ...THOU RUNS..............

KEEPING WATCH ...FOR THE RETURN OF THY BELOVED !

Poems By Connie Bartlett

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