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God to Me

(From Collected Moments)
By: Sherry Davison 

He is like a summer storm

Coming out of nowhere

Rushing through my heart

Breaking it apart

~~~

He is like a whisper

Floating past my ear

Speaking love to me

This One I hold so dear

~~~

He is like a bolt of fire

That stabs me in the heart

I struggle to deny it

Yet He tears me apart

~~~

He is like a cool night

Dark and still and deep

Covering me in peace

A blanket for my sleep

~~~

Yes I recall His ways

How they make me feel

Knowing I’m not worthy

Yet… He loves me still

~~~

What kind of love is this

That cuts so very deep

Yet this same love repairs

The damage when I weep

~~~

His love is true to me

And it never fails

Because of a sacrifice

Made with three nails

~~~

One in each hand

The other in his feet

His side pierced also

His death now complete

~~~

Scarcely can I comprehend

The pain he must have known

How could I have left Him

To die there all alone

~~~

Now is it any wonder

What kind of love is this

His heart surely broken

And yes I reminisce

~~~

Of how he showed to me

His love so very true

And even still today

No matter what I do

~~~

The memories of His love

Still whisper in my ear

Though times He is distant

He is always oh so near

~~~

In the early light of dawn

I drink of love like this

For no other in this world

Like it does exist

~~~

I find my way to Him

To take the love He holds

From my One and Only

The Lover of my soul

~~~

The passion of His love

Pierces deep my soul

With everlasting bliss

That never does grow old

~~~

I look into His eyes

Deeper still I dare

Til all I can see

Are treasures too rare

~~~

Nothing on this earth

As beautiful can be

Deeper still I stare

Until heaven I can see

~~~

My heart racing wildly

Breathing becomes deep

As all of my burdens

Pour right out of me

~~~

I shudder in submission

At the fire in his eyes

It burns straight through

So that I despise

~~~

Anything not pure

Anything but Him

Anything not holy

The world has grown dim

~~~

Then finally I can see

A hand reach out to me

He lifts me to my feet

And declares that I am free

~~~

Free to be with Him

The Lover of my soul

The One that never leaves

The One that makes me whole

~~~

And from my eyes

Stream tears of joy

Truly there is nothing

This love to destroy.

~Amen~
 


Religious
Sherry Davison  Contact: DavisonSherry@yahoo.com
Copyright 2004 Sherry Davison
Reviews and comments requested
Posted 05/30/2004


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