I searched your face for words
as you drummed softly on my knee.
Poetry hidden within your pores.
paints through my mind a melody.
A kiss in the darkness to a new year.
I close my eyes and listen to the beat.
Vibrating colors I see, feel or do I hear?
Inspires me - create something for the Lord:
To see, feel, hear, taste and smell so clear
I give thanks for the way Jesus restores
with blessings, lessons, senses and love so near
Heavenly rewards I will never afford.
your silhouette is a scene of Christ’s creativity.
Those rhythms show sensations that He’s in motion
your heart-beat sounds of His life giving power.
your lips taste like the sweetness of answered prayers.
I smell His provisions and it is quiet for a moment.
...You're just a man...
But, you make me want to love God more fiercely.
Feelings are fickle compared to Christ, so consistent.
He’s the reasons we’re here, like this.
We may run off time.
He will be the reason when we’re gone.
OH dear, I may run out of sense and rhymes.
His love will remain.