God's Presence
God's presence isn't how I feel, that warmth when in the church I kneel, the sentiment that's in my poems. It's not some vision that becomes a driving force, the Spirit's seal.
Is there some reason He'd conceal Himself from me? why He'd not heal me? ... then in quiet, sudden comes God's presence.
The substance of His Word congeals; I recognize my faith is real. I see He's known me from the womb, prepares for me a Heav'nly home. Obeying Him is what reveals God's presence.
© MLee Dickens'son 2017
during a sermon on the subject
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