The City called More of You.

Whether dream or vision,
I cannot tell, but my soul longs for a city.
A holy city called more of you and less of me.
Day and night,
I cry me a river till sleep steals me away.
My heart is heavy with meditation.

 My soul is weary within me.
I groaned. I searched.I looked afar off
while I screamed and cried Abba Father!

Whether slumber or pensiveness,
I cannot tell, but my heart pants for a city.
A city of Holiness not happiness.
When will I see that city? When will I surrender all for that city?
With pains and tears, I desire this city, for am forgiven not forsaken.

For Grace or Mercy, I found the city called more of you.
Where love unfailing bid me to His loving arm.
Mountain high, valley low. I have found that city where
No storm of life or scheme of man can stray me away.

How sweet to  lay it
All down, and say...Blessed Assurance Jesus is mine.
In the city called More of You, and less of me.

Inspired by Heart’s Many Groan

July 02, 2010

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