SANCTUARY
Sanctuary
To other sheep of His pasture,
like myself,
scattered throughout the world,
but connected by
His Blood and Spirit.
Whether we walk in the cities
or remote rural places
AROUND THE GLOBE,
we are a peculiar people,
Foreigners in a strange land,
whose abode is really
the heavenly realms.
Jesus leads us beside still waters
and feeds us the Manna of Heaven,
Giving us seasons in
His cities of refuge,
As He prepares us
To be sent on journeys
To various climates and cultures,
From tropical islands
And sandy deserts,
To asphalt jungles and icy villages.
Fraught with dangers
And teeming with temptations,
The journey is rarely easy.
Jesus is our shepherd
And so we wander.
While to some it may appear aimless,
To those who listen,
They hear the sweet refrains
Of John 3:8,
“The wind blows where it wishes,
And you hear the sound of it,
But cannot tell
Where it comes from
And where it goes.
So is everyone
Who is born of the Spirit.” (NKJV)
Welcome.
Come rest and refresh yourself
Today and tonight,
For tomorrow is for the journey,
And who knows,
Except our Lord,
What that day shall bring?
WTO 2007, from The Forgotten Prophet’s Book of Dreams
C:2011
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