Meditation
I come as softly as I can
Before the Throne of God
Who lives and reigns over all things
Wherever mankind has trod
Breathing ever so slightly
Filling my lungs with air
Spilled out upon the runway of life
Ahead of me, I stare
Splashed down from the nearest cloud
Where I look up to see
Under the deep, blue sky above
God looks down on me
Wondrous of all things
Golden, Pure and Holy
I see You, Father,
My God solely
Fresh steps await
I dare turn and stretch forth my arm
To reach out to my God for whom I long
I come as softly as I can
No pitter patter and idle chatter
I come as softly as I can
But no matter
Before I reach my destination
God whispers who reigns over all creation
My child, precious, dear, and sweet
Stay! For where I Am
You don't need feet.
Copyright (c) 2005. Rev. Lainie Dowell.
The Mountainside Ministries.
Columbia, MD. All rights reserved worldwide.
Received Thursday, September 15, 2005, 1:29 A.M. EST
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