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There is a deep yearning, A longing, A calling, A place of desire, For Me, That causes your heart to melt, Whenever you come to Me. It is the cry of your heart to know Me more. Beloved, that is the heart cry, That draws Me forth, Like no other cry, For it is I who has initiated, That heart cry. It is I who am calling you. It is My own heart, Drawing you to Me, Not so that I can, Give you anything, Or enable you to do work, (That will happen as a result but is not the motive.) But this heart longing, Is just to be with Me, For I am longing to just ÒbeÓ with you. There will often
be, No words, Simply a time of
ÒbeingÓ with Me. So when you are aware of the tug, The drawing forth, Stop for a moment, Or an hour, And just simply
come, To ÒbeÓ with Me. This is going to be a year, Of being with Me Heart to heart, In a way that is deeper, Richer, Fuller, Than you can imagine at this moment. 12-31-08 Song 1:4 Draw me, we will run after thee: the king hath brought me into his chambers: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, we will remember thy love more than wine: the upright love thee |