There are...moments

...times

when...three...would be a crowd

When...the shadows of the

sunset spread and the noise

of living...declines

And once more...I can feast

on the wondrous treasure…

that 'He's' all mine

Yes...I do go there!

I get personal as can be

for He, in His entirety...then

belongs just to me!

There, in His Presence

I can lay aside my every care...

which dissolves, like a meaningless fling

The weight of another day’s journey…ends

as I view Him as He is…

my one and only King of Kings!

I look forward to such moments

 private…in His Tower

recalling...how we've sang together

...hour upon hour

And when my Hope teetered on...sink

as I stood before…'impossible' wall

He brought me back from the brink

and restored me from that fall

'The Love' that passed between us, like now…

cannot be explained

yet, here, forseeing the rise of a new day

I'm sure He alone…will keep me sane!

Indeed...

there are...moments

...times

when...three...would be a crowd

Prov 18:10, Isa 1:18, Jer 31:3, S of S 6:3 

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