Light
(For Joyce Meyer)
A golden tinge pierces
The still air breathes
Oh how gently
The morning calls me
To a song
Look the sun peeps
In grandeur
Behind a dark cloud
Like a lethargic snail
He slowly pulls out
His winsome shining face
My eyes are smitten
By His sweet grace
For a moment it blinds
As He rides majestically
The beams penetrate
Every seam of life
His love smoothly sails as light
The warm spring air
Dances with delight.
How wondrous – how breathtaking
The sun is to me
Victor of the heavens
Conquers fear and darkness
Sometimes with ripping laughter
He bellows His way softly into noon
A faceted splendour arrayed
And sometimes like an ageing man
He doth take his seat
To settle down at dusk
Twilight peals and rings
Drowned in the ocean tone
He sails the trusts
The horizon reddens to a different tune and hue
It begins a song in my soul
A time for a lullaby
Safe in His hands
As even falls
All praise to the Lord of creation
My light, my father
Jehovah Jirah
Faster can any reach
His loving arms tonight,
After the heart’s cold, wintry draught.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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