from the pages of Patrick's
Personal Spiritual Journal
(un-retouched)
What separates us from the massive crush?
What inflates the fragile balloon of our souls? What calibrates the compass of our hearts? I lift my eyes I life my soul I lift my hands Like pouring pure water though a filthy pipe, worshipping God purifies me It rejuvenates me It orients me It’s an officer’s call and all the lower-ranking conflicts within the walls of my mind and heart dress their times. You, O God, are mighty You, O God, are holy You, O God, redeem your people and breathe life into the dead places. You resurrect that which has been killed or killed itself From your hand come blessing and prosperity. They are yours to dispense. You show kindness to me when you so desire. You show yourself powerful and stern at other times. Please be patient with me, O Lord, and heal my heart. I need your grace.
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Rev. RieckePatrick is Routine Revelation. These are entries from his personal spiritual journal. Most entries were written several years before they were published. For more on Rev. Riecke, click here. Archives
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