Significance is found at your throne.
Is seen in your face.
Is heard from your lips.
Every word drips
living water from your Spirit to mine.
Ears on fire,
As you see.
I am I AM’s:
Last post I described my trip to Bethel Church, California. I could, and probably will, write some more reflections on that time, but if you want a sense of what God spoke into me then this poem is a pretty good start. I wrote this during a time of worship. Realising God’s love for me and His actual delight in, not just tolerance of, me is one of the most valuable things I brought back from the USA. I’m bold to hope that in some way this poem might communicate some of that same truth to you too.