How He Flows
The Father is the source. The Son gives nothing of Himself. The Spirit is His breath. He doesn't come by Himself. The Father does nothing but by the hand of the Son. The Son doesn't use His authority but by the command of the Father. It is the Spirit's honor to indwell and propel. The infinite genius of creation flows through His infinite well. He distributes in abundance. No one can stop His flow. He moves faster than fountains into rivers from mountains covered in snow. No one can capture. No one can grasp. He rebukes and raptures. No argument can last. He sends out and summons an army of flames. Messengers with trumpets travel through frames. Multiple seconds or many decades are the same. His eyes are on the meek. An inheritance He longs to bring. Are you aware? Are you here? Listen close. He is near.
