Good morning Wonders of all.
I
join angels who never cease to worship You
as I lift the inner person I am
to
respect such a place invited.
I look for
the moment to catch Your eyes
and find You were long there before me,
waiting
for this moment
that I would come.
Conversation exchanges
higher than sounds or written sensation.
Passion hums with rises and falls
that are
impossible to articulate.
I am lost in
love.
I push to know more.
Where and how can I stay to touch You?
The sensations of hearing You
throws all my
day into the giggles of romance.
Your
love shouts rhythm of perfect pitch
and my heart dances uncontrollably with
laughter.
Across my face,
Your kingdom
shows the brightness of Your beauty.
It
touches me and carries its strength
out to what my eyes see.
It matters not if I run, walk, or crawl;
I am
lost in passion
that repeats my name over and over
as it builds to guide my
heart to salvation.
Loudly it announces
its infatuation
when I am straying,
softly it sings
while I am in Your lap of
delight.
The outburst of obsession
creates a zeal within me
that erupts my heart’s attention
to imprison me to slavery
of such romance.
The ooze of Your beauty
makes all things beautiful
as You seize each opportunity with me.
I am
hostage to passion You bear for me.
I
stay in Your image, no longer my own.
I push to know more.
I am lost in love.
