Sunday, November 4, 2007

Tracing the Clouds

Tracing the clouds with my fingers;
imagining how You made the stars
and set them all in place;
my eyes arise to heaven
and long to know if You are smiling
down at what You see in me...
Do I please You, father?
Have I heard You clearly as my feet of clay
travel on the dust of earth
and let my spirit soar up to where You are...
The clouds are air and water, Lord...
and they are still reflecting
the glory in Your hands to create beauty out of nothing.
As I finish tracing for the moment,
my spirit hears Your voice
reassuring me of Your love...
and leading me towards the words of life
prepared for me to walk with...