Fly, my Beloved
The sweet fellowship of the Holy Spirit.
Diving, turning, twirling.
Words cannot express.
The wind cannot convey.
Actions cannot describe.
It can't be quantified.
It surpasses any I have ever seen before.
I have searched the earth and haven't found any like my Beloved.
He is perfect.
He calls me His.
He sings my name and calls out to me.
I am consumed by Him, overflowing with Him.
What is this? no human word can describe
No tongue can speak
The beauty of fellowship with the Holy Spirit
He that is swifter than any wind
Hotter than any flame
My Beloved, I can't describe Him
Oh, what do I say?
My words have failed me
I can only invite you to experience this.
Freedom is Him
life is Him
Aren't you tired? walk into His embrace, there, you will find rest.
Selah.