With You…
upon a calm cloud…we are bade…
where, when turning from troubles…
tranquility soars.
As we allow…Light…to persuade…
we find ourselves in…good hands…
hands, which hold us…forever-more.
Pensiveness robes, and…
with The Victor of all our wars
we proceed navigating our course…
crossing the sills of
countless… promised doors.
Your Reviving Love, O God…
prods a river of joyful
adoration and glory…flow.
All this is ours, as we’re led…
on this plane of understanding
and …a deeper know…
With You.
Ps 16:11, Pvb 4:7
©jmsbell-2/18/2024