Heavens Phone

God don't really use a phone,
To place a call into your heart,
Be you in a crowd, or all alone,
Holy Spirit rings, from the start.

Heavens Phone
By Arley Steinhour 011214

Dear Father, God,

I marvel the depth of your Love for me,
Beyond number the way's you truly care,
You Love deeper than water in any Sea,
And, Grains of Sand, that's everywhere.

You wake me softly in the morning,
You listen to my latest dream,
I break-fast, with your blessing,
With bowl of 'corn,' and cream.

While dining on my breakfast fare,
We enjoy, some 'on-Line' teaching,
Alerting my heart, to what they Share,
You open my mind, for truth broaching.

My day, each day, is much the same,
Beyond when, at night, I close my eyes,
Through the night, you call my name,
To a peace beyond nightmare cries.

Each day, for me, Full Sabbath play,
Until you call me, to come Home,
Reborn, in you, I need not stay,
Anxious for the ring, from Heavens Phone.

In Jesus Name, AMEN