Move the Hand of God

In the silenceGod invites without words.My prayers are often noisy affairsFilled with faces, memories, loveAnd feelings of sorrow. I am often overwhelmedAnd moved to tearsBy the poignancy of a fleeting thought.My heart tells meThat what seems insignificantHolds a treasure. God’s gifts often come in disguiseLike the beggar at the doorWho is Christ.The Spirit says ministerHere … Continue reading →