A TOUCH OF GRACE

A TOUCH OF GRACE 

(Interior Locutions) 

I consider myself the littlest , as this is how I see myself:
Humble, with a little heart,  with a little gift.

When my fingers touch the keyboard,
I do not know what I'm about to write.

The thoughts begin,  and words flow
to compose a message  of the heart.

These thoughts and feelings are sometimes strong.
Some are powerful; Some are nudges.

They speak on different levels. Some are faint—
they built onto each other; They come in bits and pieces.

I am humbled that this gift inspires those on my path.
I ask for more;  I thirst for this dialogue. 

My heart is like a sponge: Absorbing all that floats about me,
tuning in, refining, ingesting words of the Spirit.

Some thoughts are profound. Others are helpers
to built the Ark,  to fill its content.

I have COMPLETE trust in the Lord.
What do You want from me? Say it, and I will do it. 

It is Yours. I will fill Your pages.
Let your Grace fall upon this poor soul of mine.

Rest in me. I am Your servant.
Melt the boundaries that confront me.

Pierce the hearts that I touch.
Open closed doors that resist your Presence.

Of the little  I have done,
let there be  more work to do.

I have little, but much to give. What more could I ask of You?
You know my name, my heart, likewise.

Pour Your grace out to me, for I will be Your Hands
that unfold out to the least of my brothers.

I am weak in my education, but strong with Your Words.
You have given me a treasure which I cannot keep.

Robert J Varrick