The Presence of God
Not a distant force, a theory, or a clouded space,
But the very atmosphere of being,filled with grace.
Not a“somewhere out there,” but a “here and now within,”
The place where true existence and true healing both begin.
Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? (Psalm 139:7)
Your presence is the fullness—joy’s unshakable domain.
It is the end of searching,the ceasing of all strain.
It is the fire that guided through the desert’s deepest night,
The whisper in the silence that turns terror to delight.
Your presence is the promise: “I will never leave your side.”
The rock-foundation certainty where trembling hearts abide.
It is the glory-cloud that filled the temple’s holy room,
And now,the living temple of a heart that breaks the tomb.
“Surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” (Matthew 28:20)
For in the mystery of mercy, by the work the cross achieved,
The unapproachable Light drew near,and we by faith received
Not just a visitation,but a permanent, indwelling Lord—
The Spirit of God Himself,our life, our crown, our cord.
So let my life be lived here, in this conscious, waking rest,
As one profoundly known,and held, and chosen, and possessed.
Let every breath acknowledge what Your word has made so clear:
The greatest of all blessings is thatYou are present here.
Holy, holy, holy—the whole earth is full of Your glory.
Amen.
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