Poppa, with You I live in a honeymoon not written by human, but by that
which serves me from heaven’s substance.
I walk with thoughts that run wild with love dripping, splashing
everywhere I go. I sing to the top of my
lungs and I care not how close I get to my own balance of good notes or bad,
for I have a message that pushes to be released.
I am in love with the One that creation gave
as my partner in three, my wing that lifts the great emotions birthed within me.
I take all my minutes and give them to You as
a great cry for all that You are, to be me.
Your Name has a circle of aroma about me, as I dance under the union it
gave my heart to move. My eyes close to
so many earth sounds that call for me as each sound only turns to vapor, but
Your kingdom takes my ground and forms the solid of eternal rock upon to dance.
I draw near, oh so near, that I feel Your
breath blowing and Your heart beating.
All my ‘mines’ I bring and lay them as my answer to Your love. For I take Your reality of acceptance and
leave my fantasy of wealth this world gives as its acceptance of me.
Wrap me in the yearning from Your heart, the
serious ignition of passion to take all my burdens, my dreams to make glorious. I take this hurricane of emotions You have
for me and I glide to You in my weakness.
I give way to Your exploding emotions of fire that makes You my God, my
Poppa, my creator and reality. I leave
the lukewarm state of being, the place You are least like. I jump into open air as I watch You running
towards me with an army of angels at Your side.
Oh how Your fire burns, Your emotions, stirred and combined to flow through
me, with all You've given me a taste of.
I’m left with a trophy, scarred with the stretch love marks on those who
take Your Name.
I am where I am supposed
to be, in Your love, Your Emotions, as eyes filled with love tell me to stay.
