Beholding His Glory: A Collection of Spiritual Prose and Poems

By Sienna Elizabeth Raimonde

Sienna Raimonde is a consummate poet. This is her third poetry and prose book, and she also posts her poems online where she reaches thousands around the world. She gives all the glory and credit to God, for as she says, If its good, it is God. I can do nothing except those things which the Lord enables me to do.
Raimonde has been to four colleges and is almost finished with a PhD in Christian Counseling. Still, her favorite job was and still is being a mother and Nana.
She is wheelchair bound because of Multiple Sclerosis, but she stays busyalways creating new thingskeeping her mind sharp, and her heart open to God and people.

This third book is inspirational like her last one, so if you liked her prior books, you are in for a pleasant revelation. In reading this book, you will be blessed, surprised, and hungry for more. But in the openness of Raimondes style, you will not be disappointed. Her work can be found by going to Facebook and typing in, On Eagles Wings. You will often find a new spiritual poem to satisfy your soul there. May you continue to be blessed as you read, Beholding His Glory. May this be an encounter with God you will never forget.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 31, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503537736

Sienna Elizabeth Raimonde

Sienna Elizabeth Raimonde is the author of A Place Called Return, On Eagles Wings, and Beholding His Glory. She has a Bible College Diploma, a B.S. in Human Development, an M.A. in Biblical Counseling, and a PhD in Christian Counseling.

Book preview

Shechinah Glory

Shechinah Glory

Fall on me

That others near

And far might see

Your Holy Presence—

Love Divine—

Embodiment

Where sons do shine.

Please send your rain

Upon this place

Where floods of Glory

Might embrace

God’s chosen people—

One by one—

Reflections of

The Holy One.

May Revelation

Now unfold

The secrets of

The young and old.

While hidden mysteries

Proclaim—

The reason why

The Savior came.

Holy of Holies

The Holy of Holies

Awaits every son—

It calls forth the remnant—

The price has been won.

The thick cat of nine tails

Drew blood from His back—

But Jesus fell silent

So we would not lack.

He hung on the tree

With one prayer softly spoken—

And there He died sadly—

God’s precious, Love token.

But then the third day

With it’s glory and grace,

Saw Jesus alive—

No more sin or disgrace.

But many beheld Him,

The first and the last.

The earth that once held Him—

Resounded it’s blast.

The Father received Him

To Heaven’s abode.

While angels rejoiced—

God’s redemption, now told.

Write the Vision

God placed a pen

Inside my hand,

Then gave me words

I understand.

This gift was deep,

And pure, divine—

The Holy Spirit

Made it mine.

A lady prophet

Looked at me

And said,

"There’s something

You must see."

She showed me lands

And oceans feral—

Great mysteries

All sparkling, sterile.

Just then I heard

The seals were broken,

Revealing truths

That God had spoken.

So with my pen

I scribbled down

God’s splendid facts

In sight and sound.

The Prayer of Moses

18 Then Moses said, Now show me your glory.

19 And the LORD said, "I will cause all my goodness to pass in front of you, and I will proclaim my name, the LORD, in your presence. I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion.

20 But, He said, You cannot see my face, for no one may see me and live." (Ex.