My bible sits across the room , my soul sits there with it.
I can smell it, it’s a great incent. I can see it in the spirit. Holy spirit promenades around it.
I want to taste for I know it’s kisses are as sweet as honey.
I want to reach out and take it by hand, snatching up the promise from the lowly place of the floor.
but homework beckons . . .
. . . I know, I know do everything as unto the Lord. Yes, everything my God.
The truth is the hunger that ravishes me tugging at my heart strings, would not be so strong if my time in the word daily were sufficient.
Hmm, where does my time go.