<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367751" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Power Of The Word</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faith is following where Heaven leads, <br>Even if told to be tranquil, <br>Held safe within its stillness and peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone in my room, <br>The vision unfolded, <br>A landscape, a green field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Falling from the sky, <br>Church walls tumbling, <br>Stone floor appearing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bright sky disappearing, <br>Church roof landing, <br>Stained glass windows shining.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pews out of thin air, <br>To the left and right, <br>The scent of roses forming...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Words flying all about me, <br>Holy hymns of years gone by, <br>Sounds of laughter and tears...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Children giggling at humour, <br>Then flying smiles above me, <br>Twirling in small circles...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Words drawing closer to me, <br>Nestling upon my heart, <br>Sinking into me, warming me...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such were and are God's gifts, <br>For my season of life, <br>For this portion and beyond...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For others shall feast with me, <br>Upon the written themes, <br>The visions and the dreams...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look, a child approaches, <br>Knows my name, shakes my hand, <br>Calls me brother, calls me friend...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Speaking words without sounds, <br>Words cascading from his mouth, <br>Telepathic transmissions...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet who am I to be so blessed? <br>What did I do to deserve my calling? <br>I am only a child myself...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A child of God, adopted, <br>Grafted into the form of Israel, <br>The olive tree of faith...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am moved... tears flow...<br>Words elude me, what can I say? <br>Then the words come...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THANK YOU, LORD, THANK YOU! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We can hear the word of the Lord on <br>Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581<br>as well as the WATCH NOW link on <br>the revelationtv-dot-com website...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367751" data-title="The Power Of The Word de Denis Martindale" data-description="Faith is following where Heaven leads, Even if told to be tranquil, Held safe within its stillness and peace. Alone in my room, The vision unfolded, A landscape, a green field. Falling from the sky, Church walls tumbling, Stone floor appea..."></div> </div> </div>

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