Captive to Your Grace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not in control turning to you instead away from the world willing to be led Captive to your grace a ...
Not in control turning to you instead away from the world willing to be led Captive to your grace a ...
You are in control I submit myself to thee let me be your love for everyone I meet Abiding in ...
Letting down our guard stripping away our masks standing before our neighbors humble, as a servant Open to God's calling ...
The dance of our journey falling into your love seeking you ever in the seasons of grace Feeling you suddenly ...
Yoked with love ensnared by grace dancing in union feeling your embrace Dancing across the floor the journey of our ...
The lead partner the guide in the dance leading us on this journey teaching us how to live Teaching us ...
Living water lifting me carrying me up in the rhythm of grace filling my cup My life renewed my feet ...
With us, yoked to us walking within us his spirit leading leading us to dance To walk on the water ...
Like the vine living in the vine within the arms of God entangled in the dance in the rhythms of ...
Dancing for our master in the rhythm of his grace whirling and spinning dancing cheek to cheek Walking in union ...
Moving differently out of abiding love feeling you with me dancing across the floor Dancing to grace's rhythms not motivate ...
Grace alive, living in Christ the lead in the dance our hope in all days the one who fills our ...
More alive than ever lost in this moment in the sense of your grace your dancing with us Alive in ...
In the rhythm of the dance the dance of your grace accepting your hand offered to us Out onto the ...
All of our faith what we believe in the nature of God in the creator, the savior guiding our steps ...
Pure white clouds like pulled cotton partially transparent translucent, shining a living backdrop for the willows dancing Arms moving like ...
The glory of God all around Look about us, see his handiwork the intricacy of the universe the precision, the ...
We each, our own dances our own way through the world coming to God so it is with others coming ...
The words, the rhythms the vibrations in the music shimmering in my soul words of the student power in these ...
Ponder and thought or so we ought rather than blurt and bluster which can make others fluster well, enough of ...
It was at Night that I learned the most about that magical place that dark and smoky, shadowed and garish ...
Thirsting for the relationship the connection, the knowing of the Creator, wanting to feel the presence of the Lord, to ...
Your were my first time. The first time I found ecstasy. Our bodies joined, As our hearts have been for ...
EVERYTHING is jazz: snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females, snow-white cotton bales. Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone. Jazz slips you percussion bone ...
Another fork away ahead Exactly like the one behind And twists and turns to leave you dead As choices in ...
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
If I don't write something good tonight I will sleep without the comforting Canopus of deep believers, if I sleep ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
Absorbed in familiar rhythms, carillon of senses steeped in good vibrations, surrounded by musical beat pulsing potently in avidly articulated ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
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