Here --- My soul has longed to be here. Surrounded by reminders Of Your power Of Your grace Of Your awesomeness. Here --- Where my heart can beat with each swell As the waves crash on the shore Against the sand Against the rock Against the cottage. Here --- Where burdens flow out with the tide Return battered and bruised In broken pieces Broken chains, Broken strongholds. Here --- In the vast openness of the ocean Where the wind snatches Every stench away, Every forgotten truth, Every failure. Here --- Where my heart and soul know The wonder of Your might Is ever present Is always felt Is always welcoming. Here --- In our Cottage-by-the-Sea Our prayer closet expanded Though You remain Steadfast Proclaimed. Here. ----dfav 4/1/2021
It’s dark outside and the windows open.
I hear the sea waves rush in, wash out.
Feel a dampening chilly breeze blowin’,
And I feel more alive than I have in days,
You’re the Lord, mysterious in Your ways.
How can this be? How can this be?
That I feel most alive here by the sea?
I am unafraid alone here in our cottage,
It’s our prayer closet requires no aid for me,
I enter at will and when You call,
Here the ground is level as I pray,
And I am assured we can hear what we say
Here I’m sure we communicate, sure we communicate.
In this cottage there can be no fakes.
While Your sea dips, splashes and waves,
The wind through Your hands directions are drew,
I feel so secure to pray as You lead me in,
Allow prayer to be my investment again.
Here lead my words, here lead my prayer.
Meet their needs in Your will is my prayer.
From this Cottage-by-the-Sea.
The one prayer closet we built for me,
Here within, nearby my favorite things,
My Bible, scribbles, Your Sea, You and the best thing,
Your Holy Spirit guiding me, guiding me.
To keep on praying from the Cottage-by-the-Sea.