Beyond The Glory of the stars is the place called Heaven

I want my prayers to be more than blessings
I want them to be journeys to travel upward
into God’s blazing Glory
seeing Him like Moses did
and His flaming eyes
would not destroy me
but be the burning expression
of His inner desire for me
and His Holy Spirit
would be the minister
on the altar
and His shed blood is the sacrifice
of true justification
The Lords’ intimates are the crucified
I know He’ll heal the wilderness
and the enigma every life must bear
through the journeys we individually travel
I want Jesus to whisper divine instructions
telling me the secrets of surviving down here,
He would inspire me to rejoice in the midst
of rejection
His strong, yet quiet voice would whisper,
“Ssshhhh, don’t rush off.
“Sit at my feet, don’t be Martha.”
“Be John against my bosom.”
The Lord says,
“I never end and there is peace
once you’ve come to the end
of yourself.
Beyond the Glory of the stars
is the place called Heaven.”

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