The prickles along the path remind you - you're in motion.
I came to Him not knowing.
Just letting my longing lead me.
He received me, took me in, crowned me.
My filthy rags burned away in His purifying light.
As I sang to Him He cleansed me.
As I sought Him He delivered me.
As I closed my eyes in His presence He placed me in a wide open space.
The transformation was like that of a butterfly not knowing how or having the responsibility of it's own change.
Longing and desires are meant to be purely placed in the hidden protection of The Father's heart.
