The sky is the daily bread of the eyes. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Foreigner Within
We are foreigners in a foreign world. Let us travel lightly as we go down this less traveled road. We wander down the desolate path. Come weary traveler let me hold you up when you fall. Let me feed your thirsty soul. I am sending another sojourner who will take your hand as you go. You will never travel alone.
I have not silver or gold nor riches or fame, but what I have give I unto thee. The glow of my light leads you to My heaven of rest. I come and I abide by the sound of your voice – rest now foreigner. Your journey is long; therefore let the choice of your decisions enlarge your territory. Let your footsteps be sure.
Oceans of life flow freely as you sail across the great divide. Heaven of blue, a land ever so new. Our dance is like a canvas filled with luminescent light. See as He comes on the clouds glistening white.
As the veil parted the music was fully orchestrated and every detail was filled with the essence of divine vibrato. Come, come all ye that labor and are weary and I will give you rest.
We enter the kingdom where the King of Glory lives high and lifted up. His voice is as the sound of a mighty rushing stream. The wind of His breath blows fresh oil onto His canvas as the flow of color cascades down as torrents to our soul. Oh, sweet foreigner let me carry you during your crossing. Immeasurable joy will permeate your soul!
Father, let your kingdom come, let your will be done – I Come!
Written by: Renata Ritter
© 2016
