My heart cries out to You, my Abba Father

The burden You have placed upon it grows in crushing me 

You see the tears of humble agony 

It’s the desire of Your Spirit that burns an ever brighter flame within me 

It’s for Your people and that things that weigh upon Your heart 

It’s for the one You never want to be apart 

It’s for a life of fruitful labor of Your Spirit

The vision grows and contours itself within me . . . 

One day You’ll birth a harvest through me 🥹🕊️🙏🏻

Estera Marian