“Thank you for this Peace of time.
Not my will, but Yours divine.
Guide my hands and bless my bowl;
Open my eyes as Your treasures unfold.
Cause my heart to step in Thine,
For I long to hear Your voice in this place of time.”
“…and after the fire a still small voice.” 1 Kings 19:12 (NKJV)
Poem by denisebalog©2017
Photos captured by denisebalog©2017