Tuesday, March 8, 2022

Open the Windows of My Heart


Like a wounded reed , battered and bruised

I was afflicted, hurt and abused

In dire circumstances that made my soul ache

Though I was  beaten, this reed You did not break


Like a smoldering wick that still faintly burns

For  my former fire  My very heart yearns

You will not extinguish my very last spark

You fan it to flames and light what is dark


The sun of righteousness shall rise 

With healing in its wings

Wait for the Lord; and your heart will find 

The courage waiting brings

He will lift up your head 

And fan your spark into a flame. 

The Spirit of encouragement.¬¬

Knows each one of us by name.


Bridge

Open the windows 

God’s promises flow in

Let the Spirit blow through every room 

And fill you with His Holy wind…


The sun of righteousness shall rise 

With healing in its wings 

Wait for the Lord; and your heart will find 

The courage waiting brings

He will lift up your head 

And fan your spark into a flame. 

The Spirit of encouragement.¬¬

Knows each one of us by name.


Isaiah 42:3, Luke 4:18; Malachi 4:2; Psalm 27:14


Anthony Foster

March 8, 2022


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