And a yearning for the ministering of Holy Spirit to willing spirit.
We meet in that place that divides God's heaven and my earth
In necessity I breathe in the air, it is the very essence of His presence.
At the edge of my world, in indulgence, I part ways with self-will
I choose to be led into the renewed, into the faith tryst with Trust.
Within a vision, but aware, I am held by time in this era of my reality
Moments of melding belief with sight, I leave to my Father's tending.
Now on the edge I revel in His light in this night and for tomorrow
An adjusted heart to the blackened world and eyes that truly see.
I am held taut by desire to stay on the mountain top edge of my world
Though pulled to the valley of life by the heartstrings of grace, I yield.
My universe is a proving, testing, place with paths well worn by me
And the edge, well, it is the highest place with a taste of God's eternity.
I will journey there again soon, when comes that sweet clear call
I wait in expectation knowing, He is my transport and my destination.
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