Face turned upwards;
allowing the hands to
lift the countenance towards
renewed perspective...
I am held in love,
sought after and
devotedly pursued
amid the sound of singing...
Oh, His eyes toward me
melt the hardened places;
ordering my perceptions
toward the eternal,
toward the pure-flowing streams...
...and toward the joy rediscovered
in the midst of memory-walk.
2 comments:
lovely description of worship and being touched. thanks.
Words fail for some experiences. This is one of them; but still I try...
Have a cup o'joy
and a fresh taste of the bread of heaven...
Lynne
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