His voice…

I live to hear that voice…

The life-giving-words of a father who guides every step of the way

As I awake to the morning light… his love-words linger over my soul

…waiting for my heart to turn and my eyes to gaze upon Him

His words wrap me in a cloak

They protect me from the evil lies; the horrid whispers that seek to torment

His voice is potent, it breathes, it lives

It conquers, it avenges

His words like water, like fire; its heals the barren soul, and burns up what is dead

His voice seeks the one; who will turn at sound before the call… the one who will search, the one who will wait…

For He desires to walk upon the oceans of defeat…to calm the raging storms

Oh, hear the voice of eternity

Listen for the words that resurrect the dead

The voice that comforts the weary

The voice that breaks the cedar’s apart

My heart listen for his voice

For without him, I die slowly…

Kristina Constance Olise

 

 

 

 

 

Excerpt from the, ‘the Bride’…the invitation, the promise

I am searching for a Bride whose eyes are locked into mine forever

Consumed by the fire of my spirit

Whose heart calls after me in the morning light and will pursue me till the dusk treads in…

For I have treasured her from eternity and carry the torching flames of the everlasting love

I have paved the way, for her to walk in the glory of my light

She shall know no fear as she walks in the mysteries of my kingdom

They are revealed to her as she runs into my embrace and sits at my feet

I will never turn her away

It is a promise I cannot break…

 

Kristina Constance Olise

Merry Christmas