I am falling low and pressing flat.
I am dropping to my knees.
I am descending under the force of Love;
Grace-gravity and Mercy-weight.
The lowing of the soul is the knowledge of heaven come down.
I am enamored with God-favor.
And infatuated with God’s joy; the Babe who gave up deity
I am captivated by unfaltering Truth and overcome by Salvation undeserved; a Savior who gives me more that He gave Himself.
I am consumed by Emmanuel, God with me.
And I am praying you will fall hard this season, too.