Clothed by the dawning sun,
his rays glisten upon the surface
of your skin.
The wind gently shakes your hair
to life, falling petals catalogue each
and every step.
I wonder what's encased within
your living water
thought bubbles.
Your eyes peer through the dusk,
as they do now at day break,
I attempt and shake off awe to
write the sentences which will never
do you justice.
The language of birds drench me in
your instrumental cacophony;
what seemed only riotous calamity
is now revealed as consensus
celebratory praise.
From every blade of grass,
to every outstretched branch, they're
honoring you, demonstratively
thanking you for creation.
I humbly rest my pen
the one I haven't even picked up,
collect my thoughts in ideas
you'll help me to construct.
All Praise and honor be yours
forever and ever
Yahweh my Elohim
Yeshua my Savior...
May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 6:13 AM UTC
Clothed by the dawning sun,
his rays glisten upon the surface
of your skin.
The wind gently shakes your hair
to life, falling petals catalogue each
and every step.
I wonder what's encased within
your living water
thought bubbles.
Your eyes peer through the dusk,
as they do now at day break,
I attempt and shake off awe to
write the sentences which will never
do you justice.
The language of birds drench me in
your instrumental cacophony;
what seemed only riotous calamity
is now revealed as consensus
celebratory praise.
From every blade of grass,
to every outstretched branch, they're
honoring you, demonstratively
thanking you for creation.
I humbly rest my pen
the one I haven't even picked up,
collect my thoughts in ideas
you'll help me to construct.
All Praise and honor be yours
forever and ever
Yahweh my Elohim
Yeshua my Savior...
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