Beautiful.
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
What does that mean?
Is beauty simply the pleasant image my eye sees?
Or rather, is it the feeling of fullness, too?
When I think of You, all I see, feel, smell, taste and hear is beauty.
When I see You: my eyes cannot capture the magnificence you have places before me.
When I feel You: my veins tremble with excitement and joy that cannot be contained by any actions other than actions that bring You praise.
When Your fragrance is in the air, my lungs are filled with the purest of oxygen. When I inhale: my senses go wild with the scent of goodness. What does goodness smell like? Imagine the cleanest of fields, filled with flowers blooming for the first time on a sunny spring day.
My mouth waters at the taste of your words on my lips. The words so innocent and pure they cannot be distorted or perverted. The text of truth resembles a perfectly cooked meal or a chilled drink during a hot season.
And to hear Your voice; Your magnificent voice, the voice of truth, the voice of the helpless, the voice of the orphans, the voice of the oppressed, the voice that offers forgiveness rather than condemnation. The voice that is powerful enough to judge yet sent an advocate to plead on our behalf; a sweet voice; a firm voice; a tender voice.
You, God, YOU are beauty. You are beautiful. YOU are love. I am Yours, and YOU are mine. <3
