Waiting on God
A new creation touching the realm of the Unlimited.
The current’s closed and resistance is down.
No more alone, no more undone.
Celestial lifeblood is channeled to the belly and living water is the fruit.

How awesome He makes us, now the frequency is right. Our pale attempts at living are left fading into forgetfulness as our sharper reality hits the stage.

Up and running our future is ripe.
At last the dead end streets and vain fancies are dug up so we will not cross back again.

We’ll keep the contacts clean to head off any shorts. Pray & pray & pray some more, so never a smell of staleness will invade our dream.
Waking up we see it’s not a dream anymore.