Oh True One, One of Simple Love
that carries the whole of creation.
My many words
take a back seat
to my heart
that speaks
with a single attraction
to You.
For I do not want
to just speak of You
but I want to
feel You move,
I
want to feel Your power
that shifts me
and takes me
from earth to Glory.
Full emotions of life
like a text to a son…
carrying
my thoughts
to hug him with extreme emotions,
attempting to convey
what is
squirming so passionate within.
This sunshine
that consumes me,
this mama love;
Oh God,
I yearn
to hear the same from You.
Love
from a Perfect Father
which has eyes for me.
My God,
the only Absolute,
who is Holy,
moving His Spirit to find me
in only weakness,
lifts my head to cause me to know
my face is upon Your Heart.
My body wants to crumble
under such love,
crawl under something,
as my eyes drop.
But You pick me up
so gently under my arms
so that I am
unable
to resist,
and sit me on Your
Lap.
You hold me and smile
as I
embarrassing accept unmerited favor.
Eyes now staring
and a smile across Your Face,
You wait for me
to tell
You my story today.
Listening so
intently,
as if You have nothing else to do.
Difficult to believe
You have such an attention
to my silliness,
I
cannot but smile back.
But then it hits
and I am changed from
rags to riches and
I
begin
to
giggle.
Somehow I was
wearing clothes of a beggar
and
within a twinkle
I look about me
and I am draped
with the apparel of a
princess.
The music in my heart
changes
and now I hear
the Waltz of Your Heart Beat
and it seems to sing
its Love Song
for me.
Closest as I dare to know,
I lay
my cheek against You
as I hug this moment.
Oh it is Rich.
Love that has substance now,
melts upon me as if it is
oil.
So warm is this oil
that flows so
slowly.
Like a walk in a misting rain,
I
raise my head
to feel it with all that I am.
For now it seems
to be the total of my atmosphere,
inside and out.
I hear You say…
“Go Play, sweetheart.”
"REALLY? “
"Oh yes,
for my Love Covers
you.”
I look about me
and see such
Beauty.
Again with such question,
for it
is not easy
to dare think so much is for me.
I speak…
"REALLY?"
He looks deep
within my heart’s eyes
and says again
with the Whisper of His Heart,
“I am
there, everywhere.”
The Potter has looked upon His work
and is satisfied.
I expand my heart
as I release the tears that
burst.
I allow the pain of my
“nobody”
attitude
to run away
as tears come.
For I
realize the ONLY thing
that has kept me
from Knowledge of His Love so ready,
is
when I have allowed
such a message
have its toil upon my being.
His chase for my heart wins,
as I surrender
in my words
“I’m Yours.”
Not as one
might think
of how that requires,
but as a Knowledge
of a claim from a
maker.
Arguing that a maker
did not design
and make,
only prolongs the clay
from enjoying who made it;
nothing to do with
fact of creation.
So I lose my argue,
I
rejoice that I was made…
made from One
that knew His Plan and Purpose
from His
Beginning and End.
His Glory will fill
the earth
as His Love is planted
in the hearts of His creation.
We are in His Hands.
