God called me to His presence
His voice so tender . . . sweet . . .
waiting in quiet reverence
His gracious thoughts to meet ~

'Pon Holy Ground I stood
in moments tho' I knelt . . .
standing was impossible as
HIS anointing power I felt ~

He showed me lovely visions
in the garden of my heart . . .
yet there were some unpleasant scenes
would these keep us apart? ~

He whispered, "Child, don't be alarm'd,
you're not perfected yet. . .
the more you yield yourself to me
the closer we shall get " ~

"Now don't depend 'pon feelings
for feelings can betray . . .
taste & savour my glorious WORD
'twill ne'er lead you astray" ~

While listening so intently
my spirit longed to soar . . .
into those Heavenly places
where Father promised more ~

I heard or did I feel
an angel's wing so softly brush . . .
each tear from off my face
tasting Father's HOLY HUSH !!!

Mary Carter Mizrany
January 28, 2004
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