Undisturbed
And nothing shall disturb your composure.
And nothing will disturb you.
And nothing will disturb what I am composing.
And the wind blows where it will but you shall maintain your composure.
Seated in the quiet place.
Seated in the place of calm.
Seated in the place where my light shines.
Seated in the place of authorship.
Pen in hand ready to write.
For my light dawns upon you.
For my dust settles upon you.
For my light rests upon you.
In the place of the promise. In the promised place, I shall manifest that which was written long ago.
For my word rests upon you.
For my word flows through you.
For my word flows from your hand.
In the place of the overflow.
In the overflowing place I have given you the words to write.
In the flowing place, in the place that flows.
For it overflows upon you.
For you are seated in the place that flows.
And there you ponder all that surrounds you.
And there it flows upon you.
Like a scroll it unfurls before you waiting for your words to write.
Yet you shall write upon that which flows.
Letter by letter.
For my words shall be engraved upon the flow.
My words shall be like seeds upon the flow.
Cast your seed upon the water, for my words shall flow, shall have impact.
And what shall we write?
Love.
Joy.
Peace.
Well.
Like a well watered garden.
For you shall see evidence of the flow wherever you go.
For all shall wonder from whence did this flow come from?
For the floor will be covered in puddles, inside and outside. Like it has been a heavy downpour inside and out.
It will be like “how does it look like there has been a heavy downpour inside?”
Remnants of the rain.
Remnants of my reign.
For they shall try and mop it up but will be prevented from doing so.
For you shall write on that which flows.
An abundance of the word for an abundance of the flow.
Psalms 45:1 - MSG
My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness.
I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words:
Psalms 45:1 - Passion
My heart is on fire, boiling over with passion.Bubbling up within me are these beautiful lyrics as a lovely poem to be sung for the King.
Like a river bursting its banks, I’m overflowing with words, spilling out into this sacred story.
Psalms 45:1 - NIV
My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.
Jeremiah 30:2
“Thus says the LORD God of Israel, ‘Write in a book all the words which I have spoken to you.
Revelation 1:19
So write the things which you have seen [in the vision], and the things which are [now happening], and the things which will take place after these things.
And it bleeds across the pages.
And it bleeds across the ages.
Indelibly engraved upon the page.
For it flows upon the page.
For it shall flow upon the page.
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