My Turn

My turn, 

as I run to the rainbow of enchantment

 from this charming love, 

holding me against His cheek 

that calls me by my name, 

as I cuddle for all I can contain.  

Spraying me 

with irresistible clouds of fascination 

I am held by my awestruck entrance 

to this heart for me.  

My turn, 

as I quickly gather 

my juvenile concepts 

of His choosing my heart 

for His adoration, 

and run to this place where lightning strikes 

with force behind bold Eyes 

knowing what He wants.  

Taking up my ridiculous self 

to dare give

 my released hold of false, 

for pure sovereignty of intensity 

that expands and collapses

 weight forming the unseen and seen.   

My turn, 

as I fix my eyes not to turn away,

 that I might die

 as I pull to the edge of eternity 

so I least put my hand 

within a place authority rules.  

For I have a message, 

a "song" that was given by the Son’s win

 in giving all He had for my way.  

Entitled was He, 

for He was the Supreme’s Son 

and rights to my heart was ravished 

as His walk opened heaven’s door 

for a new world (existence) 

be permitted as it pours through me.   

My turn,
as I lift what flows through me,

 love that connects me as one 

with now and forever; 

to let my heart, mind and soul 

declare I have such generous love given 

to give back.  

Filled with so much, 

It's my turn

...

I return with  exhilaration, my song,

“me”.