Your hand runs across my cheek,
The war is over, you've brought peace,
I look into your eyes, my faithful home,
They'll tell me 'I'm yours, you're mine'

All I want is nothing more, to see you forever,
Forever is nothing but moments weaved,
Oranges, the slap, the big dog, our smiles,
However I ache for more and more everyday,

You'll lay in my lap, my hand in your hair,
I'll sing you all your favorite songs, I'll talk too,
Forever will be dawn to dusk for endless days,
No more summers, only winters where we bloom

I miss you, the chambers of my heart boom,
You're the spark of the layers in them,
My sinoatrial nodes are jealous of you,
You, the queen of my being, my forever

Oh the thrill of seeing you,
Tremors across my heart,
Stunning my unruly soul,
Turning my mug into a curve;

Priceless and privileged,
Honoured and crowned,
The love I've earned steadfast,
The care my spirit yearned for,

It's all mine, oh what a glory,
To be loved by her is divine,
Divinity is her eyes, her eyes...
I never even liked eyes before,

I bow before your graceful splendor,
Brilliant as the sunset, peaceful as twilight,
I'll never get enough, I'm your addict,
I'll never OD either, I was made for you;

I yearn to hold your hair in Pacific Ocean devotion,
When you call for me, don't look around
I spark between those electric fingers of yours,
Your breath, your everything, I'm yours

Often we assume we have understood the fullness of God’s profundity
When in fact, only a smidgen of His glory is what we perceive
Although the full glory of God is something we cannot fully comprehend,
Through His word, little by little He helps us to understand

The glory of the Lord is revealed through His inexhaustible provision,
This can be seen from how He constantly provided for Israel from its inception
God lovingly provides us with many things to meet our physical needs
But beyond that, He gives His word to meet the spiritual needs of those who seek

The glory of God is revealed through His power and protection,
An example is how He went before the Israelites and gave them direction
His glory is also revealed through His promises and His presence,
If only we would use our senses to see and listen with reverence  

God provides us with senses to catch glimpses of His immeasurable glory,
From sight to hearing He helps us to behold His glory personally
The gift of senses is to be used to recognise God beyond the external appearances,
For only when our spiritual senses are awakened can we sense His presence

Our challenge is to recognise the presence of God and His glory,
To constantly seek and serve the Lord with humility
Let us be encouraged to sing, declare and proclaim the glory of the Lord,
And strive to be faithful believers and servants of God!

Inspiration: Exodus 14:19-20, Exodus 19:16-18, Ezekiel 1:28, Psalm 27:8, 1 Chronicles 16:10-29

The problems of life are near, disguised in every tear
How I long to overcome, this emptiness of fear
All the problems get in my way,
And sometimes I wonder, how will I go through the day?

When I was down, discouraged and weak,
He spoke to me, tenderly and sweet;
"Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid;
For I am with you, even as the trials await."

When the problems got so great,
When I could barely face the day,
I felt His comforting presence around me,
As I heard Him say lovingly:

"Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid;
For the peace I leave with you, no one can take away."

Inspiration: John 14:27

You and I have danced for decades,
Stabbing me on the warpath as I giggled along,
You taught me to hate myself the most,
Way down to the vivisection of my soul;

Am I just shifting blame? Didn't I hold the knife too?
You gave it to me, I made it serrated and poisoned,
Hence why I'm venomous, uneven and stubborn,
Am I chaotic because I am or am I just unhealed?

I held your hand as you plunged it into me slow,
I thought you loved me, why else would you do it?
To be so obsessed and devoted to my destruction?
Isn't destruction just the beginning of creation?

It worries me that you don't leave, you keep the blade in,
Are you worried I'll bleed out or do you enjoy the misery?
Have I learnt to love you choiceless and mistaken?
Like the compass points north, the tall child feels comfort;

'A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort'
Was I after all designed to be harmed or do I have a choice?
I'm not alone anymore though, I have my moon now,
She'll guide me home across the dark and quiet :)

I watched her bowl, with that ballerina bounce,
She took her shot, striding backwards with confidence,
Her magical arms flailing in anticipation, she looked ahead,
She held my breath by being herself, I miss your laugh;

I think it's probably how she did her greatest heist,
Taking what I guarded so fiercely and so secure,
Even though, I think back then I just handed it to her,
What was always meant to be hers found it's home;

I asked her today if it's safe and sound,
She gave me the most perfect answer,
How I ached to hear such care and consideration,
Beyond all hope of how I wished for it,

To be valued and loved by someone so interesting,
And so ethereally beautiful, what an honor and privilege,
I know she doesn't agree with me on the interesting,
I hang every thought of her alongside her,
Like the moon and her stars,

I find most things painfully dull and frightfully boring,
Every second with her is finding a kaleidoscope for the first time,
Every sound she makes is melody to my soul and it's atoms,
She is the force of attraction between all of them

I never know how to stop writing about her,
It's always this awkward pause and now I understand it,
I can't stop breathing for long, it sustains me so does loving her,
The deepest devotion grows even now that I am yours :)