I ask that you abide in me
by water's morning light,
And Oh, your presence ripples sweet,
increasing my delight.
My Lord, your wonder fills me so,
please come and take your place
Within the temple of my heart
that I may know your grace.
To feel your glow upon my "self",
within - where your eyes see,
Reflected on the water, Lord
I find the face of thee.
One more step. . .and closer still,
reflects the water's blue
To cast my crown & sing my praise,
for I'll abide with you.
My Word is given to you,
my Spirit speaks your name.
My Joy will keep increasing. . .
and I'LL never be the same.
Priscilla Rose-Wyatt
It seemed like just a moment
That I felt your silent voice,
I have fallen to my knees
And my heart is here by choice.
I wouldn?t trade one moment,
Of my being here with you.
The quiet all around me
Like the feel of morning dew.
Lighted candles on your altar
Seem to dance like angel?s wings,
To the prayers of those who love you
Amidst their daily things.
And Father, if the others
Who are busy day by day,
Would come and kneel before you,
Their hearts would surely pray. . .
For peace, and love, and goodness,
Yet they simply do not know. . .
One precious way to love you,
Through ?Adoration? they would grow.
Their burdens would be lifted
And their hearts would light with fire.
They could go about their busy day
And never seem to tire.
For ?Adoration? lifts the soul
Because your majesty
Fills it up and makes it shine
For all the rest to see.
So Father, what I?m asking
In my prayers to you today,
Is that others will experience
Your closeness in this way
And learn to just adore you
In this quiet time alone,
And thank you for this holy gift,
Through ?Adoration," you have shone.
Priscilla Rose Wyatt ? ? November 2, 2001
That you may hear them sometime today,
Is the prayer I solemnly pray,
In flutters of a gentle breeze,
Or moon glow drifting through night trees.
Or in the touch of a butterfly
Or maybe a rainbow in the sky.
Take courage friend, 'tis God you please,
In silent sufferings, His gifts are these.
(c) Priscilla Rose Wyatt
With His hand on my shoulder,
His light, shining in my eyes,
There is joy beyond all measure,
and a glimpse of Paradise.
There's a horn in the distance
sounding of't to show the way,
To the sad, and broken hearted
and the tempted, gone astray.
Shining dreams show forth as jewels,
some are lost upon life's shore
Boundless treasure waits, unfolding..
Jesus. . . knocking at my door.
Untold blessings, gracious bounty
miracles on every side
For a world portrayed in shadows
bursting forth when Jesus died.
Jesus is the mighty captain,
and His Spirit is the wind
This earthly ship our vessel
reaching Glory, at the end.
My journey ever onward,
His voice, the sweetest heard
His hand upon my shoulder
my anchor is His Word.
By Priscilla Rose-Wyatt
I am the apple of my "Daddy's" eye,
His arms, like billows of clouds in the sky,
Envelop my soul with His love and His smile,
My journey begins with His strength, all the while.
I climb my "great mountain". . .His praises extol,
He lifts through the valleys to accomplish His goal.
Then I, as "His child" remain quiet and still. . .
Listen within, and respond to "His Will".
(c) Priscilla Wyatt