The Inner Circle
At His feet I find myself again. I can find no higher place.
Drawn by His precious blood, His call, the look upon his face.
He draws me into His inner circle, into the rhythm of His life.
To the fluid throb, the perpetual motion, I lay down my life.
In the ebb and flow of love and faith I rest assured.
~ Stephanie Z
Drawn by His precious blood, His call, the look upon his face.
He draws me into His inner circle, into the rhythm of His life.
To the fluid throb, the perpetual motion, I lay down my life.
In the ebb and flow of love and faith I rest assured.
~ Stephanie Z
