Stately, stripped and barren trees
Stand fast in slender, yet naked elegance
Unashamed to lose their kingly clothes

The morning hums with unhurried songs
Above the glass-top lake
Who rests silent and still
Blanketed under patches of pastel green.

To embrace You Lord
To absorb who You Are
To know You with faculties keen
With every apprehending receptor alive
And attuned to You

To be melded into the perfection
That belongs only to You
To be an animate, responsive, beauteous, working part
In concert with Your creation
Is a privilege worthy of grandiose praise

Your Word encompasses me, yet Your arms enclose me
Your sphere expands me, yet Your hands hold me
The lamp of Your eyes shine in shaded morning glory
From every angle, Proclaiming…
Yet, the warmth of Your cheek pressed against mine
Fixes me to Your side

I cannot escape You, but only yield and melt
Sink and exalt, collapse, yet stand,
In the tender fullness, of Your all embracing Arms.

by andrea