Stories

I miss the stories......

By candle light bright......

I miss the whispers as He told me....

What my imagination let me see....

When the first time I read about a garden....

So beautiful full of wonder....

Or what about that small boy?

He decided to fight because he had a God of Power

Wait! there is Ruth, the faitful

Teaching me that there are Noble women out there still

or what about Easter the beautiful, who displayed brilliant courage!

Then there was a little carpenter boy name Jusha

He was strong in every sense and led many to the Father

He taught well, and compassion and love His strongest tools....

There scary parts too...why such tortucher and doom...

But He whispered "WAIT! theres more" and intently I listened...

Victory came with promises that would be kept...

I miss the stories....of a life on earth, only a faint shadow pointing towards something great

Something that has no end...something that I long for with everything inside me.