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,
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”.
