Nothing that’s happened has knocked Him of His throne

Monday’s Message

These thoughts are not my own
As you must have come to know
For there is nothing in this world
That we truly own
Everything is Gods
He is always in control
Say those words
And breathe
God is in control
He has and will forever
meet our every need
Past, future, present
And all that is in between
For by His bread
We do eat
and as we rest
Our souls asleep
He is singing to us
So soft
So sweet
Yet we find ourselves
Contemplating
What truly is the meaning?
Why live our lives
As if we’re deeming
A place in time
So unworthy
Un-redeeming
Yet You hold us
As if You’ve known thus
Far that every mark
Is true to the beginning
Your creation from the start
And here we are
Open hands
and steady feet
Prepare our hearts
For as we breathe
We do seek
New doors to open
Opportunities
and as we worship
we prepare
a place on earth
as heaven’s fair
a table made
for that time
that day
that we will meet  
at Your Holy feast
Your book at last
With all amassed
​
Final, Fini’

​-Abigail Rice