God’s Presence

James A. Frost

Written by James A. Frost

In the stillness He sends mystic notes, and answers for my mind,
Times pregnant with meaning, in solitude that I find.
Thoughts sweeping like breakers gently rolling in the early hour sea,
And His love bursts like a glorious sunrise upon me.
In this hush I feel the brush of eternity,
Caught up in the radiance, unmindful of what else is happening there.
I knelt in reverence to this God given moment, in Holy prayer.
He fills my nostrils with celestial perfume, I feel His hand.
My heart’s finger traced the rainbow that was there,
In the times I did not understand.
The surrounding air glistening, and the rustle of Angel wings,
He will always be close in my every tomorrow, no matter what it brings.

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Today’s poem by Mr. Frost brings to mind quiet times of prayer and Bible Study, sometimes early in the morning or late at night, or in prayer driving to and from work.  So often, we want some grand demonstration of God’s power or mighty answer to our prayers.  We live in a nation gripped by sensationalism, of tinsel, and American idols.  That seeking of the “the sensational” often spills over into our worship, whether at home in solitude or in worship time in our congregations.  Every believer, I think, wants to have those grand “mountain top” experiences. I have had them, and so have many of you.

However, we see in the Old Testament, the Lord revealing himself to one of his great prophets in quite a different way in 1 Kings 19:11-18.  The Lord told Elijah “Go out, and stand on the mountain before the LORD.”  The purpose was to reveal Himself to Elijah.  Notice how   “the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind tore into the mountains and broke the rocks in pieces before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake; 12 and after the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire; and after the fire… a still small voice.

How many times have we missed the Lord’s answer to our prayers or His revelation of Himself to each one of us because we were not listening for a whisper from the Lord, but looking instead for some heavenly fireworks display?  Reflect on today’s poem and  take time to listen for the “still small voice”  of  the Holy Spirit.

~Samuel Lawrence~