Lightning in the Snow


I had heard it was true, but I had never seen it. 

But what is that to me; what do I know?

Lightning in the snow.

I am in the winter of my life.

It came to me without asking.

I did not ask for this storm.

But it has proved to me what I did not know.

Lightning in the snow.

Men live out their days and die.

Mostly quietly fade away.

But some with godly knowing.

There is lightning while it’s snowing.

Such lives are driven by great, wonderous power.

Such lives become full of “Knowing”.

There is lightning while it’s snowing!

By His Grace

Sleep


black cloud

Image by Christoffer Greiss via Flickr

What is sleep?

While I sleep I cannot taste Him.

Fitful sleep is best.

For it wakens me to kiss Him.

The storm has knocked hard against the walls and windows.

“Rise up”, it whispers with Loud Thunderous Breath.

I will gladly rise to see His hand move through this place of restless sleep.

I need Your touch, O’ Lord of Life!

Sleep, what is sleep?

Sleep is a restless, void, black,  yet with a promise of Dawn.

An awakening from silence.

I would rather hear His voice.