How do I find it Lord? (thinking out loud) A dream ~ A desire?

My eyes observe a stranger pick up a can of beer, He turns to yell,  at me!  . . .  Bah!  His reply Mumbling under his breath; spitting out some black mess.

The thought occurs; why does it take so long to recognize The God who reigns Supreme. Many already think You are love, Lord; but Sovereign . . . what does it mean?

Freedom,  now that’s a thought. Sometimes I think I think too much, And what does that have to do with Sovereign? Freedoms come and go, right?

latitude loss . . .liberties once possessed, Some gone forever! Anyhow, why am I thinking bout all this. Wonder in the amazement of my own questions;

Meandering curves like flashing neon signs rush my sanity, From my life?  Dare I ask . . . What strange thoughts! Spoken exchange among friends bout The Spirit of God. . .a Savior, His voice, ever so gentle, Wishing to expose us our bearing; Pish  posh?   or do you “get it“;

Reflections of prayer arise. Prayer . . . really? My attention redirects, the idea disappears as I, “swat”, that darn fly. I do recall something bout running ahead Often missing “His?” small still voice of direction;

Getting back to those winding curves . . . Is the intellect feasting; or now indiscriminate, When did these considerations even begin?

That word! . . . Sovereign! A Saviors’ love? over and again creating circumstances perhaps even now, Is that it? Situations; meditation designed to bring me to the end of me?

Challenge, argument and debate appear ~ within. Will God permit my black, malevolent and immoral behavior? Well, it would seem!   The days keep coming, don’t they;

Another dawn on the horizon;  yet to see Wait, that’s not right! ~  Is it? Now, exactly, how do I exalt my self against His nature and character? I do expect another dawning, by the way.

Feeling low, my spirit downcast; A sober longing for truth floods in.  Never really ever saw it . . . the old shelf;  a bible on it. Is there really a Savior? Time in a different form? As I open the written word My eyes ordered upon Isaiah 57:15;   what!

“For thus says the High and Lofty One Who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: I dwell in the high and holy place, With him who has a contrite and humble spirit . . . Did God do this?     I mean . . . show me that?

hmm.

Again, the word echoes

This is silverray signing off believing that we can Touch each other’s heart by sharing His love.