Dip The Pen

by Caroline Allen - 12:04 on 01 November 2007

Thu, Nov 1st - 4:35AM Dip The Pen Dip your pen a little deeper in the wellsprings of My love, draw your water from living water, weep and groan between the alter, for the souls, for My children, who need Me, deep calleth unto deep, My Spirit searches all in thee. Havoc is running daily in the streets, stranger's without purpose, dying daily, spiritual needs, seeds planted to bring forth a harvest, refreshment, in Me. Think not of thyself, but render compassion, for the hurting, for the souls that are lost, seek out the lame, the broken, the hungered, and the thirsty, call them to the banquet of My Word. For without a preacher, how can they hear, without love, how can they see, this table of delights that I offer them today, the freedom to be free in Me. Lisa Beth Jenkins c.2007 All Rights Reserved

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