Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.”
I scribbled this quick poem in the few moments after I'd released forgiveness to someone last year. The Lord releases joy, freedom - a feeling of being able to breathe, and even dance, again - when we just yield to His nudges to let Him heal our hearts and mould us more into His likeness.
A whisper in the night: oh, what beauty! oh, what grace.
As I sing,
My voice twirls around His heart
Like a ballerina on a lit-up stage;
My melodies thrill, delight,
Enthral His warm attention;
As He pours love, love,
And even more over me and into
What abundant grace is this
Flowing over me, immersing my being
Like a waterfall:
This purifying flood, falling on me,
Splashing around me deliverance;
Washing away the old heaviness,
Filling me afresh with more of Himself,
Cleansing my vision with His truth,
As I begin to see the beauty
Of this creation
With His eyes.