Priscilla B.

`To Pricilla

`

To Priscilla

I heard the voice of an angel today as I sat in church, and I wondered where it came from.

I dared not turn my head out of reverence or I would stare at it's source, to hear an angel so close to me.

Awe struck I sat, and listened to heavens sound--as soft, full, rounded, controlled; every syllable, every breath, until I am controlled and I wondered--Who?

If I never hear it again I hear it now!

Then I turned my head and saw that it was you, and thanked God, again, for your presence and for the sound, and the experience you have given me today.

Jan. 3/1981 Ephesus Church, NYC

Jt.

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I'm tired, Lord

Too tired to stand

While others run.

Hands too weak

To push thru the crowd

And touch you.

Lips too weak

To whisper...

"I need you Lord,

right now!"

Heart too weak

To love myself.

Too unworthy...

To love another.

Strengthen me Lord

Ere I just...

Fade away.

by

Pricilla Beaman

Jan. 3/1981 Ephesus Church, NYC

I'M TIRED LORD

HAND POWER

THERE'S POWER IN YOUR HAND

TO HURT OR HEAL

THERE'S POWER IN YOUR HAND

TO WOE OR TO WEAL.

TO HURT OR HEAL

TO WOE OR WEAL.

THERE'S POWER IN YOUR HAND

TO HELP A FRIEND,

THERE'S POWER IN YOUR HAND

TO WOUND OR MEND.

TO HELP A FRIEND

TO WOUND OR MIND

THERE'S POWER IN YOUR HAND

TO TOUCH WITH LOVE,

THERE'S POWER IN YOUR HAND

TO REACH ABOVE.

TO TOUGH WITH LOVE,

TO REACH ABOVE.

THERE'S POWER IN YOUR HAND

TO HOLD A LIFE

THERE'S POWER IN YOUR HAND

FOR PEACE OR STRIFE.

TO HOLD A LIFE,

TO PEACH OR STRIKE.

Jan. 3/1981 Ephesus Church, NYC

I Love You.

(A letter

to anyone)
I love you.
I can say that honestly and unashamedly now, since you may never hear me say those words. And you may never know the aching in my heart that remains and throbs like some giant church bell that grows with time. You have done nothing to cause these feelings within me, so do not blame yourself. I long to share something with you. I want to share unspoken joy and as yet unmentioned pleasure. I want you to understand the love that I am now, beginning to comprehend. The love that brings-through no merit on my part- the unspoken joy of the indwelling Holy Spirit and the unmentioned pleasure in the knowledge of everlasting love from God. I want you to shore my love for Christ. You see, He loves me and now I love you.

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