I like to try to write poetry, so I thought I’d share
something I wrote in the Amazon:
There’s a beauty to the LORD,
words cannot craft themselves into single thought
to reflect.
There’s a joy His light radiates,
joy that pierces darkness deep within me,
cleansing me like white.
There’s movement within His breath,
movement that sets me into motion,
evoking a dance from weary feet.
There’s peace in the grip of His hand,
peace that commands the fiercest of storm to slow
and fade.
O the goodness of my King, my Father, my Friend!
May praise pour forth from my step;
may my life be an imitation of that which I can’t
describe.
You are strong and loving, Lord.
Blessed be Your name.
