DAY OF REVERENCE
“DAY OF REVERENCE”
Sunday, a day of Reverence
To be kept Holy…
Quietness, and stillness ~~ serene.
A day of Reverence to our Lord God.
No sound of factories.
Even the birds are silent.
Tree’s stand still ~~ only the wind whispers.
Sunday, a day of rest and Reverence.
Roses quietly open their faces
To a new day
And as it progresses,
Bee’s begin to buzz in merriment.
The presence of His
Holy Spirit begins to move
Through your heart and soul.
This day in Reverence to God.
Written by: Brenda Clark Pike
© 5/12/2009
Sunday, a day of Reverence
To be kept Holy…
Quietness, and stillness ~~ serene.
A day of Reverence to our Lord God.
No sound of factories.
Even the birds are silent.
Tree’s stand still ~~ only the wind whispers.
Sunday, a day of rest and Reverence.
Roses quietly open their faces
To a new day
And as it progresses,
Bee’s begin to buzz in merriment.
The presence of His
Holy Spirit begins to move
Through your heart and soul.
This day in Reverence to God.
Written by: Brenda Clark Pike
© 5/12/2009
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