Receiving not the message that’s plainly given,
your position of reverence determines the heart.
Extending your hand, command from the heavens,
know child that The Lord is working His good in you.
Deep of depth, only two abode that far inside,
much turmoil fill your hours of the night.
Obedience is always your pleasure to The King,
few care about the matters that matter to HIm.
Searching your soul, meticulous pursuit,
strive for His rest that is freely given.
Visions and dreams are God given from the throne,
small steps of faith are not ever insignificant.
Leaning into heaven to see what’s appropriate,
The Lord created and formed you for this hour.
One Word that’s received can change the scene,
speak out the truth that you are skilled to perceive.
Journies are traveled through the miles spent,
to or fro is a matter for your inclusion with Him.
Matthew A. Reed
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