Poetry

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I want to stretch my arms up to the heavens,
I want to touch your garments hem.
To feel that infirmity being driven out,
and your healing balm exuding from you then.

To feel that divine anointing pouring from your throne,
and to know in my inner being that you'll not give me a stone.
When your children ask for bread you never disappoint,
You are my heavenly Father always ready to anoint.

I need to know the filling of your Holy Spirit's love
He'll dance with me in the fire that comes form God above.
And the gifts that you have given, he'll teach me to use with grace,
Yes, the comforter is here Jesus sent him in his place.

We are the watchmen for our Lord; we need eyes to see and ears to hear,
So that we know what's going on in this earthly sphere.
As the end times are soon upon us we must be ready for the fight,
For the Lord is coming back like a thief in the night.

I need to enter the inner sanctuary
To tear down all the walls that hinder me.
And kneel before your footstool in worship and adoration just to thee.
So draw from God every day you live,
Stay close to him and eat his words,
They flow from you when you need them most,
And remember JESUS is our heavenly host.

G. STRAIN

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