As time brings us closer to where we are supposed to be, rest seems to wait for us to
make our abode under its wings.

The timeless King, is there beyond the places that we cannot imagine.

His mystery beckons to the curious child within.
The phenomenon about him that we experience, cannot be defined.

We move beyond the clouds, peering among the edges, to see if the timeless King is really there.

To my surprise, the view before me does not disappoint the sacred eye.

I draw closer leaving behind the clouds, stepping into a space that carries me nearer still to the timeless King.

My breath is taken away, but I grab it, not letting it get away from me completely.

The timeless King...awaits....

In His kingdom, all things are made new.
All tears are dried up by the handkerchief of grace.
All pain is consoled by the loving comfort of his glory.
All brokenness is made whole, strengthened by his Spirit.
All hurt and injury are healed.
All sadness is turned to gladness.
All discouragement is erased with the grace of encouragement.
The soul is restored to the beauty that it once was....

The timeless King awaits....