Poppa, Your warmth has lifted me to such a wonderful Place, I am so blessed. Your Smile is worn on so many faces before me. They disperse Your Sweet Comfort with such affectionate healing You have intended it to accomplish. You are truly the Kind Nurturing my steps find as I journey through my days Given.
Seeking You is like knowing the greatest of treasures is about to be mine; and then – there it is – so tender in the hearts You Created to inflame Your Glory upon the earth.
May I exalt You? May I cover the sky with my words of praise? May I cheer of Your Love shown about me in this blanket of passionate people who carry Your Zealous Spirit? May I listen as I watch Wisdom tumble from heart to heart creating the Build of Your Work within us? May I run to catch every Thought Spirit has to Fill me with? Oh how sweet, oh how pleasant to soak in such a room as Your Presence.
Shining is the face that holds Your Countenance and Rich are those that hold it not, but frivolously scatter all they have; allowing Love’s Smile rest upon every passerby - never in a panic to hoard.
Oh, may I? May I chase You as I would a beautiful fluttering butterfly in hopes it would find my finger to land? May I reach to the sky? May I childishly assume You are here for me? May I open my heart with dreams it will be filled above capacity with the romance my imagination takes me. May I? Oh, may I?
Seeking You is like knowing the greatest of treasures is about to be mine; and then – there it is – so tender in the hearts You Created to inflame Your Glory upon the earth.
Your Smile is worn on so many faces before me.
