True Worship...



My Sweet Jesus

Your face is like the morning sun

as it rises over the horizon

You are clothed in white

sitting on the throne…

I bow at your feet.

lifting up my hands in worship.

my mind as clear as crystal

as I pour out my heart of humility.

"Be merciful to this sinner."

Then as your hands reach down

raising my head

drying my tear stained face

the Holy Spirit floods me

with rivers of grace...

all I can say is I love you

and pray this moment never ends.




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