Awakening (Part 1 of 6)

worshipping-womanDeep calls to Deep

The talk here is dull, in circles round it goes,
Of knowledge and theory, and things no one knows.

Does anyone miss Him, the intimate gazing,
The long conversations, and passion all blazing?

Deep calls to Deep, knowing something’s not right,
That all that appears good, takes us further from Light.

Oh what have we done, O where have we been led?
That we have woken up so, in a strange person’s bed?

Deep calls to Deep, for all those who still cry,
Who long for the old days, before things went awry.

The journey home is long, but the light’s on the porch,
I’m leaving now, you see, with hope as my torch.

It’s going to be hard, and without you I feel weak,
But the face of God is worth it, to set out to seek.

‘Tis Bethany

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There is a place, ’Tis Bethany,
A place I can always stay.
It’s a place right here, so very near,
I enter it when I pray.
I’m pleased to say, the Lord takes rest
Here is this heart of mine.
He eats with me, I speak with Him,
He feeds me bread and wine.

Oh crushing blows! When in the cold,
Outside is a painful place.
But Love in here, sees all my tears,
and washes them from my face.

Oh cozy home, with peace and love,
Nothing can touch me here.
Secret Garden, my High Tower,
How good to know no fear.

I keep this home, all neat and clean,
I make it for His best.
This is the place, ‘Tis Bethany
The Lord is pleased to rest.